Misa smiles. She often smiles just for him, because she thinks that he needs it. Something to brighten the day - maybe especially today. She's still holding his hand - the same one he'd once backhanded her with and broken her jaw - feeding the energy into him. "Well, yes. I'm your healer. It's my job to make you as better as I can." She says, softly.
"I mean, I would not wear this outfit for just anyone!" She picks at the crappy fabric that is the Imperial Officers' uniform. Luckily, there are clothes here on his ship for her. She'll change into them in a little bit.
Feeling the soft bump that says they've landed, she bites her lip. It's something she does when she's thinking about something that she isn't sure that Lord Vader is going to like. She has questions about things. Is he going to simply send her back to Mustafar to wait for him? Again? Is he joining the Rebellion? (Misa has no political affiliations, but she has to wonder.) Where does she fit in in all of this? What about his son? Does she answer to him now? She understands that she is not on equal footing with Lord Vader, but what about Luke Skywalker? How does she address him? So many more questions swirl through her mind and she tries to keep them to herself.
She looks up when Luke comes back. "Endor?" She asks, softly. "I should change." She squeezes Vader's hand again and stands. With familiarity, she starts looking through the ship. While she'd brought clothes, she forgot where she hid them.
I like Hand Wavey Physics. I would take that as a major and go back to school.
"I mean, I would not wear this outfit for just anyone!" She picks at the crappy fabric that is the Imperial Officers' uniform. Luckily, there are clothes here on his ship for her. She'll change into them in a little bit.
Feeling the soft bump that says they've landed, she bites her lip. It's something she does when she's thinking about something that she isn't sure that Lord Vader is going to like. She has questions about things. Is he going to simply send her back to Mustafar to wait for him? Again? Is he joining the Rebellion? (Misa has no political affiliations, but she has to wonder.) Where does she fit in in all of this? What about his son? Does she answer to him now? She understands that she is not on equal footing with Lord Vader, but what about Luke Skywalker? How does she address him? So many more questions swirl through her mind and she tries to keep them to herself.
She looks up when Luke comes back. "Endor?" She asks, softly. "I should change." She squeezes Vader's hand again and stands. With familiarity, she starts looking through the ship. While she'd brought clothes, she forgot where she hid them.