[It’s easy to fall into familiar habits without much conscious thought, particularly with Obi-Wan. She’s known him a long time. She looks at him.]
Well, obviously. Doesn’t make it any less unpleasant
[Which means it had been, and he doesn’t want to dwell on it. It’s so painfully him that something loosens in her chest at the familiarity of it. It’s still difficult to breathe and she still feels… wrong, uncertain, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be as overwhelming as it is right now. Not with Obi-Wan there to frustrate her, get on her nerves, and otherwise distract her.
She sighs, softly, fingers unconsciously pressing against the spot on her chest where she’d been shot.]
[Action]
Well, obviously. Doesn’t make it any less unpleasant
[Which means it had been, and he doesn’t want to dwell on it. It’s so painfully him that something loosens in her chest at the familiarity of it. It’s still difficult to breathe and she still feels… wrong, uncertain, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be as overwhelming as it is right now. Not with Obi-Wan there to frustrate her, get on her nerves, and otherwise distract her.
She sighs, softly, fingers unconsciously pressing against the spot on her chest where she’d been shot.]
So. This is where we’re calling home, now.