[ With how fast she's going, Leia feels it in every inch of her arm when it's grabbed. She's jutted back suddenly and startled, more than a little jumpy in the present situation. Even with the sword's non-threatening demeanor, it takes a moment before her breaths slow and her mind processes the words. ]
No, I'll . . . I'll be okay! Someone has to help!
[ Frantic and yet decisive, Leia won't stop him if he wants to come, too. She had balled her hands into determined fists, but lowers them at his mention of looking for someone.
Should she be? ]
I don't know who was in there or not. I don't know anything.
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No, I'll . . . I'll be okay! Someone has to help!
[ Frantic and yet decisive, Leia won't stop him if he wants to come, too. She had balled her hands into determined fists, but lowers them at his mention of looking for someone.
Should she be? ]
I don't know who was in there or not. I don't know anything.