((Hey, not my fault, no one posts, personally I like an active RP.))
Edit: - ((Nevermind, but please do join us!
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Yvo stood there, he didn't understand, who would do this, who would....no, it couldn't be, could it? "No..." he said, fear, sorrow, anger, and more welled within him, he ran to Owl, and kneeled next to her stricken body. "Why? Why would he do this when I'm right here, why not just strike at me?" He questioned the air.
He bent low, and checked her face, he saw bruises, and a beaten face. He checked her pulse, faint, but there. He knew force heal, but it might not be enough, but he tryed. Holding his hands above her he concentrated, his face etched in worry, pain, and anxiety. He finished and picked the girl up, taking her to her cloak, he set her down.
"Girl," he called to her, he often did this when he was stressed and couldn't concentrate hard enough to remember her name, or nickname. "Wake up, please, come out of the land of uphorrant dreams which he has sent you to," he whispered into her ear urgently, his pupiless eyes searching her body for any signs of stirring.