(Jie's P.O.V.)

A few hours later, the group, a whole bunch of Ewoks, and I were crowded around C-3PO and a small fire in a large hut. The golden droid was telling the Ewoks of their adventures from the moment they all met, making sound effects to heighten the affect. It was quite entertaining.

Luke and I were standing by the door listening, although neither of us fully understand what Threepio was saying. They at least have a slight clue.

I turn to Luke and quietly say, "It must be interesting to hear your stories retold."

Luke grins at me and replies, "If only I knew what he is saying."

I roll my eyes slightly and shift my weight onto my right foot. "You can at least presume to know," I tell him. "If the sounds are anything to go by."

Hearing him chuckle a little, I bring my gaze back to the fire, looking into the orange hue. I sigh quietly, wanting to go meet back up with the troops. Then Threepio finished his story, and the Ewoks start conversing, the rest of us looking around in confusion. One of the furry little creatures starts banging on a drum until one of the leaders announces something to the crowd.

"Wonderful!" C-3PO exclaims. "We are now a part of the tribe." My mouth twitches up to a small smirk. Yay! I think sarcastically.

An Ewok gives Han a big hug. "That's what I've always wanted," he simply states. Luke ducks down slightly to exit the hut without a word.

My eyebrows furrow as I follow him. Luke had stopped in the middle of the bridge. I stand quietly next to him, not fully knowing what to say. Despite my ability to influence emotions, I've never been good when dealing with them. Luke speaks instead though. "You know, I was worried about you," he says quietly.

"Thanks," I reply, not sure how I should respond. I smile sadly though, knowing full well what his statement entails.

Luke doesn't miss the expression though. "What is it? What's wrong?" the blond asks, concerned.

"I've never really had anyone to worry about me." I gaze down at the forest floor, not wanting to look at him. My statement is true, for the most part. I had a brother once upon a time, who took care of me once our father had died in an explosion. Our mother had died giving birth to me, so I never met her. I was told that she was on the council back in Umbara, keeping the planet in tact.

"Well, that part's over," Luke tells me. "You're a part of this group now." At those words I pick my head up and look into Luke's blue eyes. "Honestly, I began worrying the moment you said you'd join us."

"I didn't think I'd care that much about you guys, but for some odd reason, I do." He gives me a small, reassuring smile at what I said.

"Jie," he begins. I just look at him, silently urging him to continue. "I have to go."

My smile, no matter how small it is, fades away, and every hint of one leaves as well. "What? Why?" I inquired. Then I recall his statement on the ship and the story the Threepio told. "To face Vader? Is that what this is about?"

"Jie, I have to face him," Luke says. I'm about to protest when he continues speaking. "It's just something I have to do."

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself, not letting emotion show. My stoic expression that never wavered unless I wanted it to before I met Luke and them returned. "Fine," I state sternly. "Carry on with your suicide mission. I've got to think of mine." Then without another word, I pass him, continuing down the walkway. I heard him call my name, but I just continued.

Climbing down a ladder to the base of a tree, I sigh and sit down, not wanting to know what will happen next.