[He supposes he could tell her to just leave them by the door. But he knows Shaw isn't going to press any excruciating heart-to-hearts on him before he's ready.
The door opens. Jedao is on the couch, wrapped in a pile of blankets. He looks a bit haggard, weary and crumpled-up, but the throat wound is gone. There's weird - not music, playing, but something like meditation sounds, with waves and cat purrs and low chimes in it.]
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The door opens. Jedao is on the couch, wrapped in a pile of blankets. He looks a bit haggard, weary and crumpled-up, but the throat wound is gone. There's weird - not music, playing, but something like meditation sounds, with waves and cat purrs and low chimes in it.]
Hey.