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Shaak Ti watched as her friend - Plo Koon tried his best to discreetly make his way through a medicine cabinet in the halls of healing. No doubt looking for children's medicine.
Recently, there had been a flu going around the Temple that specifically attacked children and adolescents. It was a nasty thing that targeted the respiratory system, leaving the children feeling lethargic and stiffly. While not fatal and easy to get over; many Master's sent their padawans to the healers. This is how Shaak Ti found herself working alongside other healing personnel after being asked to help for extra assistance with the abundance of sickly padawan. Even the Chosen One was here, but he was being treated to by another healer with his Master very close by.
She half-expected Plo to bring his 'unofficial-padawan' here. A title given to the young one not by Plo himself, but by nearly every other council member.
It was no secret how much time Master Plo Koon spent with the youngling Ahsoka Tano. Nor was it much of a secret how much he also spoils her. No wonder she isn't here, in this stuffy medical bay among other sickly children. Shaak Ti could bet that Plo had her tucked in his spare bed under blankets and his extra Jedi robes. His long talon-like-nails scraped along medical pill bottles, searching for a medication that may treat his spoiled little foundling.
Eventually, as Shaak Ti makes her way over to the Chosen One, as he sounds as if he is hacking up a lung as with his Master rubbing and patting his back while the other coughs -- in the background she hears Plo's mechanical sigh of dissatisfaction.
"Come now, Anakin, you will be alright." The Chosen One's Master whispers in encouragement as Skywalker catches his breath. She hands Kenobi a towel to wipe his padawan's sweat from his brow as she hears the muffled clearing of her friends throat behind her.
"Master Shaak Ti--"
Turning around smugly, she says, "On the top self, old friend. Third to the right." She hears his splutter out half-said words, probably triple checking his mental sheilds to be sure she did not read his mind. "And next time, just bring her here to be treated." At that, the Kel Dor quickly runs off, not even glancing back at the confused duo that was Anakin Skywalker & Obi-Wan Kenobi. Nor to the exasperated, Master Shaak Ti.
"Mast'r 'Lo?" She whispered from below her mountain of blankets. He nearly melts at the sight of her bright blue eyes staring up at him, despite the cloudiness to her vision. "Plo?"
"I'm here, little 'Soka." He says softly, understanding that her montrals, like humans, tend to ache like sinuses when she is sick. "How are you fairing?"
"Dunga. Du montrra hurts, Master Plo." Her voice was nasal in comparison to the breezy tone it had before this sickness. She still wasn't the best at Basic while also not being the best at Togruti. Her speaking ended up being this weird mash of the two languages.
"I know, little one." He murmured, taking out the medicine he had... borrowed from the halls of healing. "But this will help reduce the fever, as well as help the stuffiness." He said, unscrewing the cap and using it as a measuring cup for her medicine dose.
She looked disgusted, and Plo tried not to make the comparison in his mind to an unruly baby tooka. "I'm not drinking that poison." He had always loved her funny sass, but now, at the risk of her health, he will not let it slide.
"No, Ahsoka, you will."
She just huffed in return and turned away from him. Plo was sure she may be half delirious from the sickness, as even her mental sheilds were failing, through their small bond she could sense her reluctance to drink the liquid.
It was strictly stated that using force suggestions on other Jedi was looked down on, but Plo was in no mood to deal with an angsty foundling. His angsty foundling.
"Yes, you will drink the medicine." He said, pushing the force suggestion into her mind through their bond. She put up some effort to refuse, but her control in the force was nowhere near the Jedi Master's. So she turned soundlessly to him, took the cup, and drank.
Plo was a little concerned when she didn't even grimace at the taste.
But then, after a moment, she snapped out of and gave him the most betrayed expression in the world. "Wha- Master Plo--!" He merely chuckled and ran his hand on her back lek, and despite her clear annoyance, she let out a small purr. He was definitely making a connection to a tooka now.
Master Plo sighed. He was reluctant to use another force suggestion on her, so he simply tucked the blankets a little tighter around her and whispered, "Get some rest, little 'Soka."
She shuffled down more underneath the blankets and let out a content purr at the warmth. Her breaths sounded clearer already. It must be fast acting medicine.
He would have to thank Master Shaak Ti later.