What he'd want

A certain very cold night on Hoth. Missing moment from ESB.

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A/N: For M, M & T, each of whom in their own way got me to here. Thank you.

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She's back. Soft footsteps across the hanger floor; a small hand on my arm.

"Chewie?"

I look down. I don't know about princesses. But any little girl with great dark eyes full of worry like that needs someone to look after them. And it's cold in here.

"It's colder out there," she whispers as I put my arm 'round her. But she doesn't move away. It's cold in here.

It's colder out there.

Maybe I should have gone with him.

Maybe he'd rather I was here.

'...There'll be another time! You'll have to take care of the Princess now..."