You didn't do it on purpose, Cassandra. It's not your fault. [He says it easily, without much thought. He moves his hand from hers, putting it over her shoulder instead.] C'mon, let's get back to the speeder before a Jawa steals it.

[Wow, harsh rodent racism, Luke.]

I'll be fine, I just need to sit down. I need to practice more; I'm not used to moving something bigger than a person... much less three people at once. [People. He called them people, and helped Cassandra kill them. He frowns.] What were they?