If she's honest, Porrim is a little surprised at how easily the Peacekeeper goes down; she's not exactly weak, but she wasn't expecting her idiot maneuver to actually work.
But it does, and then there's just Sam, standing there with that grin on his face, and despite the fact that they're far from out of danger, she can't help the way her heart melts at his teasing. She hasn't seen his face in months, far too long, except for in his propaganda video and even then it wasn't quite the same. But now he's right here, in the flesh, and he's tugging her in for a hug that she returns without a second thought.
"Who else?" She murmurs into his shoulder, before letting him pull her away by the hand, back toward the forest. It's actually sort of impressive how well she manages to run in heels, fingers laced tight through Sam's, her other hand gripping her pipe still.
"Hell no," she crows happily. She wasn't delusional, this whole time, after all. She knew he'd come back for her, somehow. It's nice to be right for once.
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But it does, and then there's just Sam, standing there with that grin on his face, and despite the fact that they're far from out of danger, she can't help the way her heart melts at his teasing. She hasn't seen his face in months, far too long, except for in his propaganda video and even then it wasn't quite the same. But now he's right here, in the flesh, and he's tugging her in for a hug that she returns without a second thought.
"Who else?" She murmurs into his shoulder, before letting him pull her away by the hand, back toward the forest. It's actually sort of impressive how well she manages to run in heels, fingers laced tight through Sam's, her other hand gripping her pipe still.
"Hell no," she crows happily. She wasn't delusional, this whole time, after all. She knew he'd come back for her, somehow. It's nice to be right for once.