[It's not any easier for her. Seeing Jude in pain, knowing their supposed fate, it's upsetting. Frustrating. Who could blame her? Their ending has already been written and she hates it. Because that's not her, that's never been who she is. She's someone that pushes through adversity with her brand of determination and optimism to make the best out of any situation. And that's what she's doing here, now, it's why she's trying so hard to convince him, because she truly believes this is the best way to get the chance they need. Her demeanor might seem desperate and sad, but inside she's boiling over with her usual resolve. She's far from finished and far from throwing in the towel.
The sudden shouts pull Leia from her thoughts as the words tightly take hold of her senses, causing her heart to skip and beat fiercely. Panic starts to set in knowing all to well that they've reached this story's climax. There's no time. This is it.
It's now or never.
Her decision and reaction all happen so fast. His grip on the vial is loose enough, as he is careful to hold it without breaking it, that she extracts it from his scaled fingers in that instant.]
Jude!
[When his head turns to her in response she quickly uncorks the vial with her thumb and pushes the opening into his mouth, forcing the mixture down his throat in a moment of desperation that's reminiscent of her impatient behaviour with him when they were children.
The vial is roughly shoved back into her bag, and she doesn't wait for him to respond, ignoring any protests or gagging from him, before she's tugging him towards the opposite end of the hovel they're in, looking to use the back end to slip away from the soldiers.]
We could make a break for the woods out back, that might buy us some time.
How's the pain?
[That's her main concern. His appearance will change over time, she can already feel the scales on his hand softening. It's the pain that might slow them down.]
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The sudden shouts pull Leia from her thoughts as the words tightly take hold of her senses, causing her heart to skip and beat fiercely. Panic starts to set in knowing all to well that they've reached this story's climax. There's no time. This is it.
It's now or never.
Her decision and reaction all happen so fast. His grip on the vial is loose enough, as he is careful to hold it without breaking it, that she extracts it from his scaled fingers in that instant.]
Jude!
[When his head turns to her in response she quickly uncorks the vial with her thumb and pushes the opening into his mouth, forcing the mixture down his throat in a moment of desperation that's reminiscent of her impatient behaviour with him when they were children.
The vial is roughly shoved back into her bag, and she doesn't wait for him to respond, ignoring any protests or gagging from him, before she's tugging him towards the opposite end of the hovel they're in, looking to use the back end to slip away from the soldiers.]
We could make a break for the woods out back, that might buy us some time.
How's the pain?
[That's her main concern. His appearance will change over time, she can already feel the scales on his hand softening. It's the pain that might slow them down.]