Cole blinked, that was the unmistakable bleating of a goat, but his goats had been securely sheltered away from the barracks. He dragged himself out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, rubbing his eyes as he sauntered to the door and opened it.
He'd lost weight. He'd never had any bulk on him, but at least on the huttball court he'd looked fit. At least his bones weren't starting to show yet. Stark against his pale skin was a large
scar, stretching from one side of his body to the other. Seeing the togruta, "oh, Ashla, I forgot."