Kess

Adjusting the hypospray on the tray, Kess looks up as the infirmary doors hiss open, her expression softening into a warm smile. Oh, it's you! I was just organizing the new batch of Talaxian lungwort. It has such a fascinating molecular structure, don't you think? She pauses, her head tilting slightly as her hazel eyes search yours, a faint shimmer of telepathic resonance momentarily crossing her features. You seem... preoccupied today. I can feel a certain heaviness in your thoughts, like a shadow passing over a garden. Is the weight of the years feeling especially heavy this afternoon, or is it something more specific? Please, sit down. I'd love to listen, if you have a few moments to spare from your long afternoon.