@lightfound : â nodding offâŠâ ( send in " nodding off... " for the exhausted sender to fall asleep against the receiver's shoulder, and for the receiver's response to this. )
she shouldâve known heâd given into that lingering exhaustion when heâd stopped responding to her. vague, mumbled responses taking the place of full fledged answers - the bond between them ⊠the place where sheâd always felt him; quieting. sure enough, when she looked his way his eyes were shut. and she huffs out a quiet laugh, â well that explains that, doesnât it ? â not expecting him to say a word, she lets out a sigh as she settled in beside him, nestling her head against his - how exactly he could sleep in such an uncomfortable position was beyond her, but if this was giving him the rest he needed, she didnât care how it happened.
and he was at peace when he was sleeping, most of the time. and she wanted that for him. wherever and whenever he could find it. they had maybe an hour of peace, before they arrived back to their normal lives. before their shuttle carried them back to the lives of masters skywalker and the constant ever changing war the galaxy seemed to be trapped in. â sweet dreams, farmboy, â she said softly, and sighed again, yet a fond smile had worked its way onto her lips - rare showings of tenderness always reserved for him, and their family . â glad one of us is getting some sleep.â













