[ all the meat on her bones is muscle, she doesn't have enough body fat yet to keep her warm! this isn't a protest she makes aloud, quiet for a while remembering the feel of the fur when it brushed against her during those brief moments on jedha.
she keeps moving with the washcloth, almost massaging the tension out of his shoulders with the warm cloth, willing him to relax completely with her. ]
Do you remember the food on Jedha?
[ she would have killed to stop for a snack. thick soup or sweet fried cookies or fragrant yellow rice. ]
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she keeps moving with the washcloth, almost massaging the tension out of his shoulders with the warm cloth, willing him to relax completely with her. ]
Do you remember the food on Jedha?
[ she would have killed to stop for a snack. thick soup or sweet fried cookies or fragrant yellow rice. ]