[ Alone in her residence, this could be a good time to seek him out. It's all thanks to a younger Luke that she's sending off a short video feed to her son.
She's much older than the version that's stuck here. How she's come to age thirty-some years into the older woman he would be more familiar with, who knows. Leia's seated, hands on her lap. Under a sleeve, out of sight, her nail digs and drags slightly against a finger. Possibly a nervous tick? Something to keep her grounded? She looks calm but sad, weakened, tired and yet...hopeful. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Two words, the weight and meaning behind them heavy, said with the utmost sincerity. ]
Video; a day or two into aging event
She's much older than the version that's stuck here. How she's come to age thirty-some years into the older woman he would be more familiar with, who knows. Leia's seated, hands on her lap. Under a sleeve, out of sight, her nail digs and drags slightly against a finger. Possibly a nervous tick? Something to keep her grounded? She looks calm but sad, weakened, tired and yet...hopeful. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Two words, the weight and meaning behind them heavy, said with the utmost sincerity. ]