A plate slipped from his hand, shattering on the linoleum floor, but she was gone before he could speak a word. Her voice, her face before him, had been thunderous. Dangerous. The last time he'd seen her with such fury in her eyes had been on Endor's moon, watching as the wayfinder crumbled to dust in his grip.
His ear rang as he bent to pick up the larger shards of the plate, then dusting off his hands, he walked in a daze to retrieve his coat.
It wasn't a particularly long walk. Nowhere in Darrow took a great deal of time to reach. Still, he walked with slow purpose, hands deep in his pockets, head down. He knew, even without the bond open between them, exactly what she had to say to him.
His boots crunched over frost-covered grass as he approached the Falcon, stopping as he saw the shape of her there in the shadow of his father's ship.
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His ear rang as he bent to pick up the larger shards of the plate, then dusting off his hands, he walked in a daze to retrieve his coat.
It wasn't a particularly long walk. Nowhere in Darrow took a great deal of time to reach. Still, he walked with slow purpose, hands deep in his pockets, head down. He knew, even without the bond open between them, exactly what she had to say to him.
His boots crunched over frost-covered grass as he approached the Falcon, stopping as he saw the shape of her there in the shadow of his father's ship.