It was almost annoying, how even as his hair grew long, Ric's dark curls looked perfect. Almost rejecting the dust and the moisture. He was as always calm, even as they had fled the crash landed transport, and the Fang Fighters had chased them into the woods. Even as the night fell and they still had not found shelter, Ric stayed on point. Viah on the other hand had screamed, panicked and shuddered in the cold night... It was like they were back at Jakku, except then they were five.
Her co-pilot died in the crash, so she fled into the desert with four strangers - a squad of Death-troopers, behind enemy lines trying to reach their target, unaware that the Imperial forces were losing and surrendering to the usurping New Republic.
Of course much had happened since then, and she now knew Ric... Intimately, yet in some ways he was foreign to her, inhuman almost. "We are getting close to a settlement" Ric said as always with calm control. It annoyed her, why couldn't he just be, human.
They walked in silence as Viah's mind continued blaming herself for past slipups. How would she continue her life with Oden when she could hardly stop thinking about Ric, even if she was annoyed at how effortlessly he seemed to go through life. Even his hair seemed to ignore hardship. They passed a Moisture Vaporator, "Good, we will find the settlement and bargain for a ride onward."