Timeline -Approx three months before ESB


"You need stitches." He ground out between clenched teeth for the hundredth time. Stubborn bloody woman.

"I don't. It's fine."

"I swear to Gods, Leia, if you don't go down to the med tent right now, I'm going to hold you down, and stitch that," he stabbed a finger at the large bloody gash seeping through her tunic, "myself." he finished, growling menacingly, advancing towards her.

She stepped back from him inadvertently, eyes wide.

He would. She knew he would.

Another step towards her. "Well?"

Panic.

"Okay! I'll go!"