[It figures that, outside of battle when she soars like a bird in its natural habitat, Leia would be the furthest thing from graceful. IV opens his eyes a little before and manages a straight face at her ridiculous puffed cheeks, which are actually endearing. His attention drifts to the rest of her face and how her hair moves with the flow of the stream rushing against his ears, and he tips his head to the side.
He just feels stifled, but at least Leia is suffering with him (something like that). He's already lost track of how long they've been under.
And then, an indiscernible amount of time later . . . ]
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He just feels stifled, but at least Leia is suffering with him (something like that). He's already lost track of how long they've been under.
And then, an indiscernible amount of time later . . . ]