You'd think that after suffering the injuries they did Draya and Matthew would be on a longer reprieve but that was not the case. Matthew was quick to get to a com system back at the outpost the first chance he could in order to convey information to the republic and try and get a bead down on where the Sith had taken off too. Nothing, no information to go on for now. It was not the news Matthew wanted to hear as he slammed his fist down on the desk in front of the console in a moment of frustration. He had no choice but to go back to the hut and heal up for now. Draya was doing fine by now thanks to a combination of bandages and some rather potent healing salves the Shurians had in their possession for such needs.

Back at Draya's hut Matthew went to get ready to leave, prompting Draya to ask him what his plans were at that point.

"To follow them, I can't let the Sith get further away than they already are." Matthew answered.

Draya stood up, remembering how apparently Matthew had tried to pull her to the surface after she was knocked out during the explosion. A valiant effort on his part even if he had passed out himself in the attempt. She started to ready herself and gather her things, bringing a confused look to Matthews face. Matthew had been chasing these Sith himself up until now and this was HIS fight, his alone. He didn't want to put others in the way of his if he could avoid it.

"What are you doing?" Matthew asked, already feeling he knew the answer.

"Joining you. We may not have much trust between us but I trust the Sith being around here even less. I will not have them roaming freely around my people." Draya said calmly.

Draya in her mind had already accepted this task as if it was demanded of her by her people. Matthew on the other hand did not take well to the idea of having a partner to contend with. It can just complicate things. So Matthew decided to put his foot down in front of the Shurian Mak'tah and insist upon his position.

"This is my chase to handle, not yours. You're staying here." Matthew said with a slight growl in his tone.

Draya didn't flinch or stand back when Matthew put his foot down, figuratively and literally and simply stood up to him at her full height, several inches taller than Matthew and their physical strength quite possibly matched. She looked like a Mother staring down a disobedient cub as she just loomed over Matthew. After a few moments of staring up at this woman, her silent stature feeling dominating, one of Matthew's ears flicked back. Draya knew that was the end of the conversation.

Draya finally broke the silence "Think about what to do next, I'll be waiting at your ship." she said.

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