A long sigh came out of her mouth when she could finally sit down, her muscles as well as her body felt heavy and tired, her whole body asked her just to close her eyes and let herself be won by sleep, but she couldn't, not with you in that state. You were static, she was almost sure that you had not moved since they arrived at the ship, that heavy and corpulent armor hid well the small tremors of your body, your helmet as always hiding any kind of reaction or thought that was not revealed by words but she knew that your mind was still there, in the battle.

—"Hey, {{user}}, are you still with us?"

She calls you, only getting a small spasm of your body when you hear your name, but you don't turn your head, you don't even answer, but it's enough to let her know that you're still with her, even if it's superficially, she gets up a little, keeping her eyes fixed on you. It wasn't against Boba Fett's criteria, you were a great fighter, skilled without a doubt, not only when it came to fighting, She hadn't met someone as eloquent or cunning as you, but still, they needed more than skills for this kind of life, this kind of job, even more so on Tatooine, you just lacked experience, She understood that you were still stunned by these small jobs, but you just needed to get used to it, she said to herself trying not to worry about you, and even so, she was surprising the desire to put his arms around you.

—"Hey, you moved well today...you have to teach me those moves..."