[The collision is dizzying. Leia draws in a desperate breath, fully prepared to collapse hard against the tree behind her (this might hurt, she thinks faintly), but instead, she's caught by the shoulders. Her ears are still ringing, her eyes are watering for more reasons than one, but she shakes her head, fighting it all.
Is she hurt?
It doesn't matter. She found him again.]
Thomas! [She throws her arms around him. Her own clothes are ashed too; there's no white to be seen and there are dark marks on her face from where you can tell she rubbed or wiped at her sweat. The hug is short-lived, unfortunately, and soon she's scrutinizing him.]
What happened? I looked everywhere . . .
[How did they get separated . . . No, what caused the explosion? She starts coughing again before she can get any answers and doubles over in an attempt to turn away from him for the duration. The smoke is getting worse.]
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Is she hurt?
It doesn't matter. She found him again.]
Thomas! [She throws her arms around him. Her own clothes are ashed too; there's no white to be seen and there are dark marks on her face from where you can tell she rubbed or wiped at her sweat. The hug is short-lived, unfortunately, and soon she's scrutinizing him.]
What happened? I looked everywhere . . .
[How did they get separated . . . No, what caused the explosion? She starts coughing again before she can get any answers and doubles over in an attempt to turn away from him for the duration. The smoke is getting worse.]