[ leia's grateful that elena inquires after her hand rather than the fate of her world. it's a sore subject, one that still stings. one that sometimes feels as if it's had acid poured on it in the wake of learning that one of the men responsible for the destruction of her planet is her own biological father. she's that monster's flesh and blood. it's talents she inherited from him that she's working to hone in this place.
there's a lot of confliction there. confliction she doesn't wish to inflict on elena. ]
A live wire got me. It could have been a lot worse. [ she closes her fingers, shielding the wound from both their eyes. ] I'm fine. It doesn't really hurt anymore.