[As soon as she starts moving he freezes, totally lost-- but when she touches him, he understands. He picks up the word from the context, the odd dullness of the sensation of her hand on him. Glass.
Careful, because he doesn't know where the limits of his body are suddenly-- which is ridiculous, he's been getting along just fine, it's fine-- he stretches an arm up over his shoulder to feel it, the unaccustomed smoothness over his spine where skin gives way to something else.
Loosing a slow, quiet breath, he tries and fails to crane his neck enough to see the edge, coming face to face with Leia instead, her expression almost doll-like in its current state.]
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Careful, because he doesn't know where the limits of his body are suddenly-- which is ridiculous, he's been getting along just fine, it's fine-- he stretches an arm up over his shoulder to feel it, the unaccustomed smoothness over his spine where skin gives way to something else.
Loosing a slow, quiet breath, he tries and fails to crane his neck enough to see the edge, coming face to face with Leia instead, her expression almost doll-like in its current state.]
How bad is it?