It's not until he says those words does she turn to glance over her shoulder at him.
Gone is the fury that crossed her features when he refused to touch her in the way that she wanted him to, replaced with a different sort of desperation: the desire to know. In those bleak, early days after Alderaan's destruction, she'd just about tortured herself rewatching old and archived footage of her planet, trying to absorb as much knowledge of the world she used to know. Her thirst for preservation hasn't changed, and whatever Han glimpsed of her homeworld is worth hearing.
A hand slides back against the coverlet, the tips of her fingers grazing his knee.
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Date: 2015-12-21 10:09 am (UTC)Gone is the fury that crossed her features when he refused to touch her in the way that she wanted him to, replaced with a different sort of desperation: the desire to know. In those bleak, early days after Alderaan's destruction, she'd just about tortured herself rewatching old and archived footage of her planet, trying to absorb as much knowledge of the world she used to know. Her thirst for preservation hasn't changed, and whatever Han glimpsed of her homeworld is worth hearing.
A hand slides back against the coverlet, the tips of her fingers grazing his knee.
"Tell me."