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“I’m not suicidal, Princess,” I say, quickly stepping out of the cell. “But I’m not leaving with Chewie.”

“Chewie?” I ask, looking at him like he has 3 heads.

“You don’t know Chewie?” I ask sarcastically, stepping into the hall. “Chewbacca. He’s… we’re a team. We have to free him, too.”

“Ohhh, is that your Wookiee friend?” I say, impressed at his loyalty. “He’s…in a facility for non-humans.”

“Well wherever he is, we’re going to get him,” I say confidently.

“You are not in charge of this rescue,” I say sternly, looking up at him with all of the authority I possess. “However, I agree with you on this issue, so let’s go.”

I hold up my hands and shrug, willing to let her lead the way it it means finding Chewie, again.

I lead him down long, winding corridors, in a mostly comfortable silence, except for the underlying tension of our discovery. I want to ask him how he met this Chewie, and why he’s so devoted to his friendship.

“You gonna hand cuff me?” I can’t help but joke as we head towards the exits.

“Hmm,” I ponder softly, looking him up and down. “No, I don’t think so. It doesn’t exactly seem like a punishment for you.”

“Now we’re talking, Your Highness,” I say, quirking my brows up and down.

“Don’t get your hopes up. You couldn’t handle me,” I say, flashing him a wicked grin.

“Is that a challenge? I like a challenge,” I say.

“Oh, I’m a challenge alright,” I grin. “But are you really up for it?”

“You bet your tiara, Princess,” I say, enjoying this maybe more than I should, given the circumstances.

I glare at him, because who’s rescuing who right now, exactly?

I can, throw up my hands with a shrug. “Let’s go find Chewie.”

We make our way to the other facility, but I stop him short before we enter. “They don’t treat them well here, understand? So your friend…he might not be in the best shape.”

I’m sure the colour drains from my face, then, as all humour disappears from my brain. “Let’s go get him.”

We bluff our way inside under entirely false pretenses, and when we find Chewie he looks in astonishingly bad shape for such a large creature.

I want to exclaim but I don't want to make a fuss, reaching to examine his shape when we eventually get into the cell. "How could they treat you like this?" I murmur.

I can’t understand the Wookiee’s response but I can easily identify the sorrow in his tone, and Han’s concern for him. I look away for a moment, feeling like I’m intruding on a private moment, but then j clear my throat. “We’re going to have a hard time getting out of here, we better get going.”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s get out of this place, Chewie,” I say, heading out with him on my tail and a mixture of relief and guilt and having him found him as we did.

Through some miracle we manage to past the lazy guards and onto my ship, and I immediately lead them towards my cabin, gesturing for Chewie to take my bed.

Chewie initially roars in refusal but exhaustion gets the better of him and slumps onto the bed, quickly passing out.