[It is a turn of phrase that does draw Padmé's attention, for the word choice is curious. Words have always been her weapon and shield. She is good with a blaster, but she is far more at home- or was- in the Senate, where what she said could make an impact. She truly did believe that many hostilities were simply a failure to communicate properly, for each side to take a step back and listen, truly listen, to what the other side was saying. It is why her brown eyes search out hers, although she knows little about this individual, other than a tickling sense of something that she simply cannot put words to.]
You have my gratitude then.
[And she did.
Padmé's own words are warm in turn, and she falls easily beside her, casually stealing a glance now and then. She reminds her of someone is the conclusion that Padmé draws, although she cannot quite place the name or the face, which does say something. She tends to be quite good at remembering both.
At any other time, Padmé would have already introduced herself, but she is frazzled, still attempting to gain a footing. Yet, whatever purchase had been made does come to a complete stop, just as Padmé does at the sound of Leia. Her own gasp is sudden and sharp, for it hits her like a punch to the gut, the name given to her daughter, and she is reeling.]
Sorry. It's just- [But how to even explain?
Her eyes draw up again, and she is reminded of Anakin, of herself, of someone else still not identified. That spiel that she has been told upon arriving comes back. A contract signed. Different galaxies. Different... times... But it couldn't be, could it? No, she is being silly, but-] Leia?
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You have my gratitude then.
[And she did.
Padmé's own words are warm in turn, and she falls easily beside her, casually stealing a glance now and then. She reminds her of someone is the conclusion that Padmé draws, although she cannot quite place the name or the face, which does say something. She tends to be quite good at remembering both.
At any other time, Padmé would have already introduced herself, but she is frazzled, still attempting to gain a footing. Yet, whatever purchase had been made does come to a complete stop, just as Padmé does at the sound of Leia. Her own gasp is sudden and sharp, for it hits her like a punch to the gut, the name given to her daughter, and she is reeling.]
Sorry. It's just- [But how to even explain?
Her eyes draw up again, and she is reminded of Anakin, of herself, of someone else still not identified. That spiel that she has been told upon arriving comes back. A contract signed. Different galaxies. Different... times... But it couldn't be, could it? No, she is being silly, but-] Leia?