Jarron had slid down the wall outside her quarters as soon as Rajnos had ushered him out. His soul bond with Evil was strong enough that in his mind's eye, he had seen everything that had just happened. And his heart broke for his friend, knowing that something wrong and terrible had happened just a few days before. He stood up as Rajnos came out, dropping his head in a bow. He returned the gesture and held the door motioning for Jarron to return to his post with Evil. He gladly did so and then stood shocked at the scene before him. Blood from her injuries stained the bed along with her sobs and his semen. Her handmaidens had rolled her over and were beginning to attend to her when she reached out for his hand. Jarron immediately gave it to her knowing she was wanting a force memory transfer and what she showed him had him sunk on his knees in a few seconds. He now understood the gravity of the situation they were both in.
This schedule continued for a few days until Rajnos was certain her cycle was over and then he left her to finally heal. With what had transpired in the last week, being so physically and mentally overbearing, Jarron was worried if she would ever fully recover. The loss of her leg, more than likely her eye, her best friend and now this, was enough for even the strongest of souls. He took to bedding down next to her at night, offering all he had as protection and quiet solace. She slept constantly, only waking to eat and have the bandages changed and always with a scream. Jarron tried to calm her as he could, uncertain as to what Rajnos's end game was. He didn't seem to love her like he had led on, but apparently only wanted a child out of this. An heir as he had whispered to her. But then calling her Empress? Jarron was confused and angry. Sometimes he felt cursed by their force bond wishing it wasn't so strong. And once again he felt responsible and as though he had failed her. Agba had jumped him as soon as the conference room door closed that day. And when he came to he was on the ship again with Evil sitting next to the cockpit chair, hanging onto the side, piloting it with her force abilities and blood everywhere. He shook at the memory still feeling worthless and looked over at her, jumping, as she was staring directly at him.