[ Gloves. Hux's leather, shining with spit, flashes unbidden across her mind. If it weren't a necessary addition to his outfit, she would convince him to forego them entirely. It's too fresh a memory to not associate them with the vile act she'd witnessed not so long ago, but she suppresses her recoil and pulls them over his hands without comment. ]
I don't know where your lightsaber is. [ She says it as she's fixing his belt around his hips, oblivious to how utterly familiar and intimate it is to be dressing him like this. The pressure of time, fortunately, makes it impossible to mull over. ] Call it to you if you can.
[ In the meantime, she's going to be trying not to grumble over crouching down and crawling around on the floor to find his boots at the corner of the dresser's leg. In any other circumstances, she would be brimming with complaints and annoyance, but she can't fault him for the weakness in his legs. It's the least she can do, she tells herself, as she makes quick work of undoing his laces. She grabs at his ankle, trying to lift his foot herself so she can slide it into the first boot and then proceed on to the next. ]
i am an innocent pure flower and don't deserve this
I don't know where your lightsaber is. [ She says it as she's fixing his belt around his hips, oblivious to how utterly familiar and intimate it is to be dressing him like this. The pressure of time, fortunately, makes it impossible to mull over. ] Call it to you if you can.
[ In the meantime, she's going to be trying not to grumble over crouching down and crawling around on the floor to find his boots at the corner of the dresser's leg. In any other circumstances, she would be brimming with complaints and annoyance, but she can't fault him for the weakness in his legs. It's the least she can do, she tells herself, as she makes quick work of undoing his laces. She grabs at his ankle, trying to lift his foot herself so she can slide it into the first boot and then proceed on to the next. ]