Three hours passed before Jadyn’s mind settled enough to let him sleep.
He’d spent the first two lost in thought, sitting quietly on the edge of the biobed with the blood-stained cloth clenched tightly in his lacerated hand, the dermal regenerator held delicately in the other. No matter how he tried to piece things together, nothing made sense at all - Tari’s sudden reappearance, his healing gift’s sudden disappearance, T’bia’s stubborn refusal to explain any of it.