[People seem to be making it a habit to run into him today. Thankfully, Leia isn't heavy enough to cause him unnecessary discomfort beyond their awkward position. IV pushes his palms against the ice, ignoring the cold in favor of pushing himself upright from his slumped posture.
Knitting his brow, he looks down at the hand against his chest and then over to Leia. That's what she gets for rushing, but he can't say that he's faultless, either, considering that he failed to catch her standing.]
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Knitting his brow, he looks down at the hand against his chest and then over to Leia. That's what she gets for rushing, but he can't say that he's faultless, either, considering that he failed to catch her standing.]
Are you all right?