Lips pursed, but she could not chide him for the confidence in his assurances. There was more to her worry than he could possibly know, but she was not yet ready to tell him. She would, eventually, perhaps one day when he was older - but for now, they would continue on as they had.
“I know you are, and I hope that you are right.” Her eyes shifted from him to the shapes of the buildings and structures that were beginning to become visible over the dunes as they rapidly approached. She knew what supplies they needed, and the places where they could be reliably found, but it would still take time to gather them all together before they could head back.
How many times had they done this - come here before? Hundreds? Over the years there had been a few tense moments, disputes that they had nearly become entangled in by means of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but they had always gotten out of them. She hoped that this time would be no different, yet still she found herself feeling possibly more nervous than usual.
“I hope that you will pardon my fretting, Luke, if I ask that you stay close, or at least close enough that I could hear you if you needed help.”
❝I wont stray off. I promise.❞ While he was convinced that the two would be fine as they ventured into Mos Eisley, this was always a RISKY trip, for anyone who walked through the spaceport. Separation would only increase the risk of trouble occuring, and Luke didn’t want to get in the middle of something he shouldn’t.
The moment he stopped the vehicle, a very NEGATIVE feeling washed over Luke, probably the same feeling his mother had felt before. The spaceport had an abnormal amount of Imperials roaming about and though Luke didn’t have a reason to feel worried, he was.
❝Do you think we could be quick? I want to get home--I don’t trust these Jawas not to take the speeder.❞ An excuse, but he didn’t want his mother to worry about his feelings along with her own worries about the trip they were on.