Who: Leia, open to Han or Anakin if he decides to visit, or Mal if he comes to visit Han What: Being bored. When: Tonight Where: The apartment Warning: I don't see any at the moment
It was nice that Han worried. Really, it was. It meant that he cared about her, and while Leia already knew that, sometimes it was nice to have affirmation. But just because he worried didn't mean she had to be on bed rest. Yes, she'd been stabbed. But Cade had healed that a week ago. Leia was perfectly fine now. Well no, she wasn't perfectly fine. She was going stir crazy and was bored. Really. It was dangerous. She tended to get more argumentative. Not that Han or Luke had really been in the right to get mad at her for talking to Leela. Or to give her an order as Han had tried to do. Honestly, it made her consider befriending Leela, just because Han thought he could get away with telling her not to befriend the hunter. It wasn't like Leia had been trying to befriend her, she was just concerned given everything that had happened. But now?
At the moment, the princess was was making herself some tea to calm her nerves. She knew that her family was out there, dealing with the military presence. She wanted to be a part of that, she wanted to help. But as she didn't know how to do a mind trick, as well as Han's over protective nature (really, who would have thought?) Surely he knew that this place was dangerous and she might be injured. While she didn't like the idea of Han or any of her family being hurt, she knew it was a possibility and had come to terms with that. But the fact remained, she wasn't out there helping and so she was left to sit and worry while being bored.
Hearing the tea kettle whistle, Leia poured the water into the mug she had the tea bag in and let it steep before she moved to living room and curling up on the couch. Getting settled, the brunette blinked as she suddenly felt a presence by her and looked down to see Falcon. Smiling slightly, Leia reached down and scratched the kitten behind it's ears as she sipped her tea, staring out of the window in thought.