[She can't voice a description, and typing something out on the MID feels so artificial with Han; it's like talking to somebody else. Without words to rely on, she runs her hand down his back, her fingers and thumb tracing the edges of the damage. It centers on his spine, unsettlingly. Under the circumstances, they're fortunate he can still walk.
Spine, she wants to say, but it would be garbled and ugly in her mouth. Or not bad, but that's not going to sound much better.]
All right.
[She leans in, resting her forehead against the stripe of glass for a moment. It's the closest she can come to the kiss she wants to give him. Her hand settles at the small of his back.]
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Spine, she wants to say, but it would be garbled and ugly in her mouth. Or not bad, but that's not going to sound much better.]
All right.
[She leans in, resting her forehead against the stripe of glass for a moment. It's the closest she can come to the kiss she wants to give him. Her hand settles at the small of his back.]