[ She does, in fact, try to hoist him out even as he dismisses her. Refusing to budge, she latches onto his bicep to steady him, only tearing herself away once she's certain he has no intentions of keeling over onto the floor. At the very least, the stims seem to be a success in keeping him upright — though she still hovers behind him while he hobbles to the couch, braced to catch him should he falter. Once he's gotten the rest he's in desperate need of, she won't have reason to worry over his motor function. ]
No. [ With how firmly she states it, it's clear that it isn't open for discussion. He shouldn't be moving from the couch, let alone co-piloting a ship. He might be Han Solo's son, but — there's no but to it. That level of stubborn foolhardiness must be coded into the Solo lineage. ] You need rest. I'll wake you when we land.
[ That's all the implication she needs to give to inform him that she has a destination in mind. Ahch-To is the safest planet she can think of, too deserted and too isolated to capture anyone's attention. An ideal hideout while he recovers.
She's hesitant to leave him as he is, but the cockpit is where she's needed. Without dawdling, she gives him one last, lingering look of concern and disappears into the cockpit to input the requisite coordinates. At some point, she'll have to establish contact with the Resistance and reach out to General Organa; for now, however, she needs to gather her thoughts and get them out of this system before they're detected. ]
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No. [ With how firmly she states it, it's clear that it isn't open for discussion. He shouldn't be moving from the couch, let alone co-piloting a ship. He might be Han Solo's son, but — there's no but to it. That level of stubborn foolhardiness must be coded into the Solo lineage. ] You need rest. I'll wake you when we land.
[ That's all the implication she needs to give to inform him that she has a destination in mind. Ahch-To is the safest planet she can think of, too deserted and too isolated to capture anyone's attention. An ideal hideout while he recovers.
She's hesitant to leave him as he is, but the cockpit is where she's needed. Without dawdling, she gives him one last, lingering look of concern and disappears into the cockpit to input the requisite coordinates. At some point, she'll have to establish contact with the Resistance and reach out to General Organa; for now, however, she needs to gather her thoughts and get them out of this system before they're detected. ]