（ his reputation, you see, precedes him. one of the two men that had initially chosen to speak to the hivawei about their impending fate. one of the vectors that ensured their success. ultimately, she is of the opinion they made the correct choice even though it would not have been the one she herself made. they were able to help many of the hivawei — the mood on the station is somber, but settled.
when she finds him in the sunlight room, he is seated on a rock. eyes closed, hands held loosely in the repose of meditation. she stands a polite distance away, a basket of baked goods is tucked over one arm. she is dressed very simply, her hair loose and flowing down her back nearly to mid-thigh freed of its braid, a shirt that very carefully covers the aching scar between her collarbones.
to the seated man, she says: ）
Hello — I apologize for the interruption. Ben, is it?
[ There is always so much activity occurring on this station. Being in such close quarters with fifty-some others makes an interruption (or a distraction) inevitable, but these things do not frustrate Ben. Learning from his Master before him he could, frankly, find the right mind-frame to meditate in a breath's pause in the midst of a battle if he wanted to.
Even so, after hearing the sound of the woman's voice, he takes a breath, two, before he slowly opens his eyes and straightens. Wearing a loose, tan-coloured tunic and darker brown pants, one might assume that he isn't dressed warmly enough for the chill that still settles in this room to reflect the last of the winter, but he seems unbothered by it.
He offers her a polite nod of the head, and his undivided attention. ]
（ it's offered with a polite smile as she steps in closer, proffering the basket. there is a delightful assortment of baked goods hiding beneath a tea towel, the smell of sweet and savory filling the air. ）
I'm one of the medical practitioners here — Doctor McCoy and I are presently sharing our quarters, and he was kind enough to speak on the aid you rendered him on Cirawei. （ just to explain the connection there. ） Would you care for something to eat?
[ Ben shakes his head but the equally polite smile on his face warms with some subtle affection. Though he hasn't known the other man for long, he does think quite highly of him. ]
Well, the good Doctor likely credits me far more than I deserve.
[ He unwinds himself from position, dropping down to his feet from his perch. Even through the cold, Ben can still make out the pleasant smells coming from the basket. They don't smell much like anything he's had for a long time, and there are things he doesn't recognize either.
But then — food for a lowly Tatooine butcher was scarce and not so much about the taste anyway, and before that the Jedi were never about having more than what was necessary either.
All this to say that the basket of goods is quite enticing. ]
Certainly. Far be it from me to refuse such an offer, Lady Unohana.
Please, call me Retsu. Or Doctor, if your preference lies in using a title.
（ only the nobles in seireitei tend to insist upon such things. she watched most of them come up from their swaddling clothing, and has little claim to such a thing herself. ）
We can partake on the rocks if it pleases you. I don't mind the chill.
[ And since she volunteered her name before her title, he goes with that. He bows his head slightly, politely. ]
Retsu.
[ All things considered, it's not a bad pronunciation of her name either. Such is the way of having a malleable enough tongue for languages beyond just galactic Basic. ]
And most certainly. [ He'll offer to take the basket to set on said rocks, allowing her to settle any which way she likes before he joins her. ] I must admit, I'm curious about what you've brought. Food for me back home has never been all too exciting, but ever since I've arrived here I've seen and tasted things I couldn't even imagine.
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when she finds him in the sunlight room, he is seated on a rock. eyes closed, hands held loosely in the repose of meditation. she stands a polite distance away, a basket of baked goods is tucked over one arm. she is dressed very simply, her hair loose and flowing down her back nearly to mid-thigh freed of its braid, a shirt that very carefully covers the aching scar between her collarbones.
to the seated man, she says: ）
Hello — I apologize for the interruption. Ben, is it?
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Even so, after hearing the sound of the woman's voice, he takes a breath, two, before he slowly opens his eyes and straightens. Wearing a loose, tan-coloured tunic and darker brown pants, one might assume that he isn't dressed warmly enough for the chill that still settles in this room to reflect the last of the winter, but he seems unbothered by it.
He offers her a polite nod of the head, and his undivided attention. ]
Ah, hello. There's no need to apologize.
[ A small smile. ]
Yes, that's me. Can I help you?
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（ it's offered with a polite smile as she steps in closer, proffering the basket. there is a delightful assortment of baked goods hiding beneath a tea towel, the smell of sweet and savory filling the air. ）
I'm one of the medical practitioners here — Doctor McCoy and I are presently sharing our quarters, and he was kind enough to speak on the aid you rendered him on Cirawei. （ just to explain the connection there. ） Would you care for something to eat?
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Well, the good Doctor likely credits me far more than I deserve.
[ He unwinds himself from position, dropping down to his feet from his perch. Even through the cold, Ben can still make out the pleasant smells coming from the basket. They don't smell much like anything he's had for a long time, and there are things he doesn't recognize either.
But then — food for a lowly Tatooine butcher was scarce and not so much about the taste anyway, and before that the Jedi were never about having more than what was necessary either.
All this to say that the basket of goods is quite enticing. ]
Certainly. Far be it from me to refuse such an offer, Lady Unohana.
no subject
Please, call me Retsu. Or Doctor, if your preference lies in using a title.
（ only the nobles in seireitei tend to insist upon such things. she watched most of them come up from their swaddling clothing, and has little claim to such a thing herself. ）
We can partake on the rocks if it pleases you. I don't mind the chill.
no subject
[ And since she volunteered her name before her title, he goes with that. He bows his head slightly, politely. ]
Retsu.
[ All things considered, it's not a bad pronunciation of her name either. Such is the way of having a malleable enough tongue for languages beyond just galactic Basic. ]
And most certainly. [ He'll offer to take the basket to set on said rocks, allowing her to settle any which way she likes before he joins her. ] I must admit, I'm curious about what you've brought. Food for me back home has never been all too exciting, but ever since I've arrived here I've seen and tasted things I couldn't even imagine.