Leia Organa // Galen Marek
Good thing too, because Leia wasn't getting any wiggle room on what he was going to do with her at this point. She was injured, and that wasn't okay. So he would tend to her wounds appropriately and get her on her way out of harms way. These people were not theirs, this world was also not theirs, and that meant this was not their problem. She did her part to help how she could and now it was time to leave the weak people of this world to their fate. "I know." Galen muttered about how it felt better. It was obvious his mind was not on social etiquette, but survival.
Taking a moment to push the blood off her face to stop it from getting in her eyes, Galen nodded. "You're fine." He told her. "Just as beautiful as at dinner." He lied, showing a side of him was still human, but wanting her to know... he wasn't sure what, that he cared about her and not how she looked? Something. He hoped she picked up on it. "Leia, you can possibly see fine, but I can't focus on doing what I have to do, if I am concerned with you behind be shooting too." He pointed at the weapon. "Only at those you can hit at close range." Starkiller told her sternly, but not wanting to fight about it.
"No." Was all he said on the wait. "We need to go, you need to leave." He told still leading her. "You are now no longer in any position to fight, so instead of worrying me, and possibly endangering others." Galen looked to her with soft eyes. "I need you to leave and get to safety." Then he nudged with his head. "And we need to make sure you get looked at." Maybe the town had a bacta tank or something. They'd figure it out soon enough. Stopping at a corner of a building, he kept his body between her and the dangers. Then he felt it in the Force. Shifting his weight he pinned her to the wall covering her body with his, as an explosion near by erupted in flames throwing debris at them, where he took most of the impact. Though his face was stoic, and focused.