STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[avali]

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[scrounging]

[She flicks a glance - from him to the doorway leading from the cockpit and back. Princess Leia knowing the Force isn't the part about this that sits strange and uncomfortable, but what can she say? How is she supposed to explain that every second they spend at lightspeed coursing their way to D'qar, the presence of his son feels like weight around her neck doubling; that they're carrying a bomb straight back to the Resistance.

She chews the inside of her lip, pinching until it hurts. There's an urge to tap her fingers along the edge of the control panel too, but she pins that down. Presses her fingertips against the worn framing to keep from twitching them.]

If you're sure.

[compressors]

[ a neutral mm sound. one doesn't need to be attuned to the force to read her disapproval. it radiates off her in troubled waves. somehow this is worse than finn in his far too enthusiastic manner questioning not so subtly if he's finally lost his mind.

it's also a reminder that he knows nothing about what happened to her inside the base. he'll leave the debriefing to leia's people. but he does look over to her, brows knitted in concern. ]

How are you holding up?

[scrounging]

[It catches her unaware and unexpecting like she's been looking behind her and running, turning just in time to smack her face into something solid. It's a strange thing to be asked. First Finn who says anything that comes to his mind, and now Han Solo who-- well, who doesn't seem the type to ask how someone is every day. The shock of it has something close to honest popping out of her mouth:]

My head's killing me. [Blurts it out and then opens her mouth like she might say something else - doesn't know what - before her brain catches up with her mouth. She corrects herself, catches whatever it is before it slides past her tongue.] But I'm-- fine.

[compressors]

If you want it, Chewie's got tea in the galley. [ han's more of a coffee drinker himself when he isn't hitting corellian spirits, but there's no denying the wookiee knows his leaves. no one aboard had been poisoned yet, though han sometimes wished he'd been after trying a few of chewbacca's recipes. neither human stomachs or human tongues were made for those. ] Tastes awful — you didn't hear that from me — but it'll clear up all sorts of aches in no time.

[ after a moment, he lays a hand on her shoulder. ]

You had us all worried there, kid.

[scrounging]

[Call her crazy, but that sounds-- good, actually. Something that tasted awful might give her something else to focus on at least - something simpler than the heart pounding uneasiness of traveling anywhere with Kylo Ren, much less at lightspeed in the direction of the main Resistance force.

His hand on her shoulder startles her. She doesn't jump, just goes taut and prickly under the weight. It's only for a second before the line of her shoulder smooths, but it's still embarrassing. In her head, she jams down the twitching anxious feeling in her stomach and every thought of being pinned to an interrogation chair or being forced to stand rooted in the spot on Takodana; she wills herself to be fine and she is. He's being kind to her. That isn't dependent on the Falcon's cargo.]

I know it's not the only reason anyone was there, but-- thank you for coming to find me.

[compressors]

[ quirking an eyebrow at her, ] You really think we'd have left you behind? [ he doesn't care except he actually does and way more than he likes people knowing. ]

Besides, Finn would never have let any of us hear the end of it.

[ he does not need finn following him around judging everything he is ok. that's why he has chewie. ]

[scrounging]

[Maybe she did think that - had thought it. But the way he looks at her makes the whole idea seem silly in retrospect. --Still doesn't mean she's on board with this whole 'bringing Kylo Ren to the Resistance' thing, though. For the record.

But it's enough to sway her focus and to make her blink.]

I don't know. But it was nice anyway.

[An understatement. She briefly redirects her attention to the controls, mentally logging that the ship's on the calculated course (no deviation, no change from the last time she'd looked - but still), and then makes a small noise against the back of her teeth.

Unfolding from the co-pilot's chair:]

Tea in the galley, you said?

[compressors]

Come on. [ getting up, ] I'll show you.

[ despite the earlier word of warning, han looks forward to a cup himself. like the low buzzing hum from the transponder that he never could fix ( it was an outdated piece, removed from an imperial ship, but it hadn't failed him ) or the attitude the computers had developed over the decades that sometimes required a good smack to get behaving, chewie's horrible tea is another sign of home. he never did bother stocking anything else. ]