SHE KNEW A LITTLE something about being cursed. and it hadn’t been fun. even if at times the stakes felt more targeted those she loved ( putting aside the fact it was always her life hanging in the balance throughout the whole experience ), it was too much to watch what happened to them. no, cursed wasn’t something she wanted to be again, but if she didn’t know better, she could’ve sworn cursed was what she was right now -- first woodshore, then naboo, and now this. no matter how gorgeous naboo was, it was still being taken to a foreign planet without permission. the third matter then, was the small matter of her leg. ankle, to be specific. leg out ahead of her, resting on the surface of the strange planet, a wince let out as she looked up thankful at the man. someone, who, for once, looked a little human. “i mean, laying on the ground with my ankle hurting, that wasn’t exactly the first thing on my agenda,” half a laugh grating through, she leaned forward, hand resting against the area she believed to be sprained. “uh, sure thing! i was just trying to take in this whole place, it’s alien, but hey, it’s cool - then i was pretty sure i saw something. or someone. and like the fool i am- i ran! and i tripped. bad trip, as you could probably tell from my shouts,” whatever, she was probably over-exaggerating ( or, not wanting to be a bother, but glad the other had come ), but how else to react? “oh god, really? of all the people, that’s some luck for me,”.