[ Seeing him there, Leia only pauses briefly. He was waiting. There were so many more emotions going through her upon seeing him standing so tall and so still. Relief, concern, love. Each fell and sat heavy in their own right in her very being. This was her son, her flesh and blood, a man who carried his father’s height and his mother’s eyes.
When she stops, there’s but a few feet separating them. Her fingers tighten over the top of her cane. She tilts her head to meet his eye, gaze searching his face. What does she say? Are you well? Are you eating? Does she reach out for him?
Physically? No, not yet. With the Force? Yes, like a gentle brush against his jaw. ]
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When she stops, there’s but a few feet separating them. Her fingers tighten over the top of her cane. She tilts her head to meet his eye, gaze searching his face. What does she say? Are you well? Are you eating? Does she reach out for him?
Physically? No, not yet. With the Force? Yes, like a gentle brush against his jaw. ]