[ She knows that voice. She knows that voice better than her own heartbeat.
Her body aches and hurts all over, but that doesn't matter — nothing matters except pushing the rubble aside, fighting her way to him until she can put her hands on him, feel how solid he is, reassure herself that he's still in one fucking piece — ]
It's me. [ Her voice is ragged with relief as she gathers him to her, pulling him into her lap gracelessly as she tries to see if anything is broken or missing. ] I thought — [ No, she won't say that out loud. ] Fuck. Poe Dameron, I'm never letting you out of my fucking sight again.
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Her body aches and hurts all over, but that doesn't matter — nothing matters except pushing the rubble aside, fighting her way to him until she can put her hands on him, feel how solid he is, reassure herself that he's still in one fucking piece — ]
It's me. [ Her voice is ragged with relief as she gathers him to her, pulling him into her lap gracelessly as she tries to see if anything is broken or missing. ] I thought — [ No, she won't say that out loud. ] Fuck. Poe Dameron, I'm never letting you out of my fucking sight again.