1 Work in Han Solo/Bria Tharen
17 Jul 2017
She nods and slides out of the booth, her calm manner belying the sudden uptick of her heart. Rebels. It’s too little to go on and too dangerous to hope, but the ache of Saw’s abandonment is still a sharp wound in her chest. Beyond that, the tattered fragments of her mentor’s intermittent warnings still flutter at the surface of her mind.
If they’re not here for her, she can’t give them a reason to be, and if they are here for her, she’s in more trouble than even Solo knows.
(As she slips out of the cantina, she shoulders past a stern-looking man in a leather jacket heading in the direction she just came from, sharp eyes parsing out the crowd behind her.)