[Though her hand on his chest doesn't move much, her index finger traces out little random shapes along its limited reach. She finds she likes the feel of his laugh beneath her, and the even rhythm of his breath melds with that grounded energy of his to add to the comforting warmth he's brought to her. She's still a mess, but he managed to logic stomp her instinctive attempts to self-sabotage this good thing. Apparently, healthy is utterly terrifying to the mutant.
She makes a soft noise at the gentle touch on her arm, and she nuzzles against him even as she grins against the fabric at his mentioning of ancient.]
That just means you gotta stretch before you do anythin' vigorous. Don't need you throwin' out your hip. Especially if you ain't so good at feisty anymore. [The younger woman teases, inclining her head up towards him so her chin rests against his chest now and she's peering towards him for a reaction, or maybe she just likes how it lights up with his smile. It's contagious, and she could use some of that energy right now.
Her expression softens, falling more serious as he talks about his grand visions of Doing Good on his planet. It's admirable, but even she knows worldly optimism has a tendency to fade as life provides less than ideal experiences. Doesn't mean that folks should stop fighting for what's right and good, but having a more realistic view of the outcomes helps curb the disappointment from crushing one's spirit too much.]
You helped while you could the best you could, it sounds like. That's all any of us can do.
[At the mention of the armor, she pats his chest. Here's where she can help. At least while they're on this ship's course.]
Until then you got me. Provided mah powers ain't dampened by weird circumstances. [And that last part's spoken from experience, with a bit of a perplexed note. Her touch and powers work, she's had a few quick whoopsie moments with Grogu brushing his skin against hers. Nothing worrisome for his health, but it did give her a few insights to Cobb and Din's universe.]
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She makes a soft noise at the gentle touch on her arm, and she nuzzles against him even as she grins against the fabric at his mentioning of ancient.]
That just means you gotta stretch before you do anythin' vigorous. Don't need you throwin' out your hip. Especially if you ain't so good at feisty anymore. [The younger woman teases, inclining her head up towards him so her chin rests against his chest now and she's peering towards him for a reaction, or maybe she just likes how it lights up with his smile. It's contagious, and she could use some of that energy right now.
Her expression softens, falling more serious as he talks about his grand visions of Doing Good on his planet. It's admirable, but even she knows worldly optimism has a tendency to fade as life provides less than ideal experiences. Doesn't mean that folks should stop fighting for what's right and good, but having a more realistic view of the outcomes helps curb the disappointment from crushing one's spirit too much.]
You helped while you could the best you could, it sounds like. That's all any of us can do.
[At the mention of the armor, she pats his chest. Here's where she can help. At least while they're on this ship's course.]
Until then you got me. Provided mah powers ain't dampened by weird circumstances. [And that last part's spoken from experience, with a bit of a perplexed note. Her touch and powers work, she's had a few quick whoopsie moments with Grogu brushing his skin against hers. Nothing worrisome for his health, but it did give her a few insights to Cobb and Din's universe.]
Ah'd rather you not die on mah watch, thanks.