According to Kuiil, Dessa always had her head stuck in the clouds, or in her case, the stars. With no knowledge of being a pilot, or even how to fix any kind of aircraft, she was starting to think her dreams of traveling far, far away from the barr...
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Din turns on the flashlight he has on the outside of his helmet as the odd trio walk through the dark tunnels. Their footsteps echo, and Dessa jumps as something explodes behind them in the room they were previously in.
"They should be up ahead," Din's voice echoes softly around them, as they turn.
"Good, you're getting kinda heavy," she comments. He's still leaning against her shoulders as she grips his back tightly so that he wouldn't fall over.
"Rude," he says with amusement.
"Don't forget, you're taller than I am," she raises her brows at him.
"Height has nothing to do with it," he huffs a laugh. "it's all in the arm strength."
"Oh, hush, you," she sticks her tongue out at him childishly. "be grateful."
"I am," he replies softly. " thank you."
"Don't mention it," she replies, matching his tone. "How are you feeling?"
"Slowly getting there," he replies.
"Is this because of the bacta spray, IG-11?" She cranes her head to stare back at the droid, who's observing them quietly.
