"You can't keep leading us along like this, you know," Hobbie said reproachfully where she and her three favorite Rogues sat on the picnic blanket. "It's been nearly three years since Endor, it's time to make a decision."
She looked guiltily down at the sandwich in her hand. "I know," she said disconsolately. "I've been so selfish. But I can't bear to lose any of you..."
"Well, if all three of us were dangling from the edge of a cliff, and you could only save one, who would you save?" Wes asked cheerfully.
She gave him a pathetically reproving look. "I'd figure out some way to save all of you!"
"Give her a break," Wedge said lazily, lying back and basking in the sun. "She'll decide in her own good time."