Leia Organa // Galen Marek
“It’ll heal fine, I’m sure.” She decided, not because she was being stubborn in particular, but because she was counting on it. When they were in Starklandia, she intended to rest, as long as she needed. Hopefully they had some sort of painkillers there, strong ones. “It’s not as if I’ll have a lot on my plate, back there.” She could sleep for an entire week, if she wanted and she doubted it make any difference to the town.
She relented, this time. Letting him go on ahead as he insisted without further argument, she supposed he had a point. “If you refuse to see someone. Then so will I.” She murmured, in warning. She was able to see his wounds now, they might not have been enough to slow him down, but if nothing else, they’d need a good cleaning, and a careful eye to be sure nothing remained embedded in his back. If he was that stubborn about seeing whoever knowledgeable was within the town, then Leia would tend to him herself. Anything, was better than thinking it needed no attention at all.
Leia couldn’t hide her relief that they were getting close to the doors back to Starklandia again, it was better in a sling, without question, but moving as quickly as she could do, still moved it, jostled the arm about even slightly, and cumulatively, it was all taking its toll, though Leia knew she’d be able to get through those doors, and back to safety and comfort and pushed on.