[Oh, her face turns a dark shade of red. She can't tell him not to worry about it, because she knows he'll worry about her no matter what. Her avoiding the question will only make it worse. He's in no condition to be worrying about her.
Her hand reaches out to touch at his hand, fixing him with a look that speaks of embarrassment but a resolve to keep him from feeling worse. Their eyes meet and she tries to plead with him just by look alone for the subject to be dropped.
After a few seconds, she realizes it isn't and types out a response.]
It's not like that. We share a bond through the Force. It connects us. He wouldn't harm me. Not anymore.
no subject
Her hand reaches out to touch at his hand, fixing him with a look that speaks of embarrassment but a resolve to keep him from feeling worse. Their eyes meet and she tries to plead with him just by look alone for the subject to be dropped.
After a few seconds, she realizes it isn't and types out a response.]
It's not like that. We share a bond through the Force. It connects us. He wouldn't harm me. Not anymore.