[ He urges her forward, and she rolls into him without resistance. Surprise, yes, but not reluctant. It flickers across the bond, a brief flare of pleasant shock. Perhaps he hasn't changed his mind, then, if he means to keep her so close.
— Or he has, and yet can't prevent himself from seeking out comfort. For now, she shelves the dismal thought, off-kilter and unsure of how to approach it. ]
You'll know when you're ready. [ Reassuring, her fingers drift to his shoulder, idly running the length of its slope. Pausing, she corrects herself after a moment of consideration. ] If you're ready. You don't need to worry about that now.
[ General Organa is still in discussions with the rest of the Resistance, petitioning for her son's return and the terms of his defection, and Ben hasn't even voiced any intention of returning. As it stands now, everything remains up in the air. If that continues, she suspects he'll have time to decide what's best for him, what will help him heal. ]
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— Or he has, and yet can't prevent himself from seeking out comfort. For now, she shelves the dismal thought, off-kilter and unsure of how to approach it. ]
You'll know when you're ready. [ Reassuring, her fingers drift to his shoulder, idly running the length of its slope. Pausing, she corrects herself after a moment of consideration. ] If you're ready. You don't need to worry about that now.
[ General Organa is still in discussions with the rest of the Resistance, petitioning for her son's return and the terms of his defection, and Ben hasn't even voiced any intention of returning. As it stands now, everything remains up in the air. If that continues, she suspects he'll have time to decide what's best for him, what will help him heal. ]