Andorra smiled at her new bride, giggling a little. "Indeed," she said. "The Sith are going to tear right through that silk sheath of yours if you're not careful." To Ziva she bowed and said, "These will do more than well when I'm fighting. Lightweight, comfortable, and most importantly, allowing for complete freedom of movement--unlike my corset earlier." She snorted ruefully. "Why did I even wear that thing, anyway? The only one that I wanted to impress with my carefully-confined hourglass figure was you, Lena." With a sniffle, Andorra straightened herself up. "Well! I guess all the impressions will have to be made on the battlefield now." A convulsive chill ran down her spine.
"Lena...do you think it's possible to be reborn, and die, on the same day?"