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I flinch at his hand, my brain taking a second to process before I start to sob. “You’re here…”

“I’m here, and I’m so sorry I let you out of my sight, Leia.”

“I wandered off…” I say, shaking my head and making myself more dizzy than I was before. I reach up to wipe the blood still dripping from my nose, forgetting that my hands are still tied together.

“Oh Jesus, baby, I say, wiping her nose with my sleeve before I make work of her restraints while Chewie comes in with a blanket he’s rigged from somewhere, covering her up while covering his eyes.

I lean into Han with a massive sigh of relief, clutching at his arm, and that’s when I realize he’s hurt as well. “You’re bleeding!”

“Oh; yeah, uh, that’s nothing, Princess, we’ll deal with it when we get you outta here.”

“Okay…” I say uncertainly, leaning into him. “We’re safe now?”

“We will be once we get outta here,” I say, helping her to her feet while holding my blaster in the other hand.

I nod, trusting him and his ability to get us to safety, wanting so badly to hold his hand but knowing he might need it to maneuver.

I hold her as best I can until I have to blast some guards on the way out of the ship.

I clutch at the fabric I have wrapped around me, feeling humiliated and hurt and starting to question if I’m even worth the trouble Han is dealing with right now.

“We’re almost there, Leia, stay with me.”

“I’m so tired,” I protest weakly, wanting nothing more than to simply give up and lay down.

“Do you want…” I hesitate, then hand Chewie the blaster so I can scoop Leia up.

I cry out softly in surprise, my arms flying around his neck, my heart pounding.

We run, then, as fast as our feet will carry us.

I bury my face in his neck as he carries me to the Falcon, setting me down as carefully as possible in his cabin before he runs to the cockpit to take off. I manage to dig out one of his shirts and a pair of my underwear, slipping them on before I climb under the covers, waiting.

We manage to enter hyperspace and evade Leia’s captors, as soon as we feel like we’re out of the thick of it I go to find her.

I sit up a little when he walks in, reaching my hand out for him, blushing softly when the length of his sleeve covers my hand.

I embrace her immediately, holding her close. “I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I murmur softly, running my fingers through his hair.

“I lost track of you,” I say. “I never should have taken my eyes off of you.”

“It’s not your fault, Han,” I say, hating that he’s shouldering any guilt. “I wandered off to a flower cart, something smelled like Alderaan…we should have been safe there. You didn’t know.”

“I can’t accept that,” I say softly; overwhelmed. “I could have lost you. I did - I did lose you, for a time.”

“And you found me, Han,” I remind him, pulling back just enough to touch his temple. “It’s not your fault. It’s…his.”