telling someone they shouldn't have put themselves in the line of danger would have been an easy way out from a situation that'd stirred both fear and bittersweet relief — and to even play with the idea of her having nothing to do with any of this would've been sheer 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐲. sticking close to her guide here regardless of what might happen was something that'd been made very, very clear from the moment the two had agreed to work together, but with her being ironically held in a chokehold by the flaws in her nature, worst qualities reminding about their existence especially in places like canto bight, padmé hadn't exactly followed the instructions the way he'd likely meant them to be kept in fresh memory.
now it no longer was the burning desire to look for answers to questions that'd been overlooked by many within the ranks of the senate, and even the very committee she'd become a part of, that made her chest feel oddly warm, but the heat coming from the unforgiving sense of guilt instead. had she listened to the warning of not that way with a little more care, there was a chance he wouldn't have taken it upon himself to shield her from getting robbed, or worse, by the local mobs. in result for their combined vices, the two were now catching their breaths in a narrow alleyway, red droplets seeping from a 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 on the side of his right hand, staining the already dirtied cobblestones beneath their feet. in the end padmé wasn't sure which one of them was more flabbergasted by his decision to risk his own well-being.
fumbling at the side seam of her cloak, the senator eventually found the small bottle of bacta spray, then reaching for his arm with her free hand, ❝ let me. ❞ no you shouldn't have, no 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 words to be shared. ❝ i'm sorry. i must admit i didn't realize how likely it was for something like this to happen. ❞
[ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. :: @cnlyluck
