[Your back, she wants to say, but those are words that require the movement oflips. It's not qorth it, when it comes down to it.
So, silent, she considers whether she can easily crawl over to him. No--the stiffness of her body makes everything awkward at best, painful or unpleasant at worst. She stands, moving with all the speed she can manage, and hurries over to him.
Tentatively, she sets her hand on his back, directly between his shoulder blades. Hers doesn't hurt to touch--it's simply difficult to speak through--but she doesn't want to assume the same of Han.]
Glass. [A clicked G, a thick S, but otherwise reasonably simple to say. Her fingers press gently against what should be flesh.]
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So, silent, she considers whether she can easily crawl over to him. No--the stiffness of her body makes everything awkward at best, painful or unpleasant at worst. She stands, moving with all the speed she can manage, and hurries over to him.
Tentatively, she sets her hand on his back, directly between his shoulder blades. Hers doesn't hurt to touch--it's simply difficult to speak through--but she doesn't want to assume the same of Han.]
Glass. [A clicked G, a thick S, but otherwise reasonably simple to say. Her fingers press gently against what should be flesh.]