[so, not sick. Probably. Leia sets the medicine down on the closest table and steps a bit closer to Han, placing her hand lightly against his forehead. It works both as a way to check his temperature and as a way of giving some sort of physical comfort.
Sure enough, no signs of any sort of fever. So, she brushes her hand back into his hair, and takes a seat on the edge of the couch.]
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Sure enough, no signs of any sort of fever. So, she brushes her hand back into his hair, and takes a seat on the edge of the couch.]
About what? Do you want to talk?