Leia Organa // Galen Marek
Leia understood when she was being helped, though it didn't have to mean she liked it particularly, or was any good at accepting it either. Being protected and shepherded about was almost worse, despite the sentiment that had come along with it - it exposed Galen to the brunt of the danger in this situation, and it was becoming only clearer if she didn't give in, it'd be on her if they were met with worse that quickly incapacitated them both. Still, her resistance was fading, through his efforts, and it was hard not to recognise the kindness, and even care he showed, without seeming callous.
"Will you st-" She was cut off by a grunt as the explosion hit, throwing out debris, which she heard rather than felt, though being pinned meant she would have felt little else than the pain that flared immediately in her shoulder: there wasn't much else he could've done.
Her frustrations were more about the situation itself, the fact she'd been rendered useless in this moment - not that she hadn't been injured before. She'd come close to death more than once, had stitches in the field. She'd had to admit defeat then too. It wasn't shame, but she never was very good and accepting decisions being made for her, in any sense.
"Let's just get out of here." She sighed, gaze averted low as she tried to move forward, the direction he'd been leading her in, back through the doors. "Now there are two of us that'll need to be seen to." She sounded worried, not annoyed; but she'd probably actually thank him when they were safe. He'd been right.