[...Yes, Leia, who else? She steps up to the metaphorical plate, looking down at the chest with a tilt of her head. Slowly, she'll reach forward with her free hand that isn't occupied with her staff.
No turning back now. She lifts open the lid and grabs some kind of paper she finds within; and the chest shuts normally.]
...Oops. I think I ripped it. [Though, she didn't hear or feel it happen. Huh.]
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[...Yes, Leia, who else? She steps up to the metaphorical plate, looking down at the chest with a tilt of her head. Slowly, she'll reach forward with her free hand that isn't occupied with her staff.
No turning back now. She lifts open the lid and grabs some kind of paper she finds within; and the chest shuts normally.]
...Oops. I think I ripped it. [Though, she didn't hear or feel it happen. Huh.]