[ nothing flies off the wall, explodes, or implodes -- there's only leia, easing herself into a state of calm where she's able to think clearly and doesn't feel like she's being pulled in different directions by the two hans. she can still feel the younger one on the edge of her consciousness, but at the forefront is the elder: her anchor.
she holds out a hand and her lightsaber rolls, jumping obediently into her palm. ]
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she holds out a hand and her lightsaber rolls, jumping obediently into her palm. ]
I'm okay.