In good news, Elleru is a well-behaved patient, save for a couple of low grumbles and stifled growls that rattle through her throat, reverberating against the ground. She's grateful when it's over, lifting her head and arcing her neck around to have a look for herself. It's cool beneath the bandages, the gel working to numb the pain.

"Change them?" she asks. "What if I should need to change them? May I call upon you?"

Apparently, the don't-get-attached mentality isn't present in her the way it is in Rey.