[The house feels much too big when she steps into it, much too big and much too open. A vision almost seemed to superimpose itself over the big living room with it's large TV, and it's open concept kitchen that got very little use. The vision was of a smaller room, closer to the size of her office and a desk loaded with files and view screens and the air being colder than it was right now.
Still Leia shivers at the comfortable suburban temperature as if a ghost had walked over her grave.
One hand presses against her chest for a second, and silently she goes through the stages one might if they were having a stroke (her husband is older, after all, and one never knows. Finding that she doesn't seem to be having any of them, she just asks softly:]
Would you get me a glass of water? The kitchen is that way. [There's a vague gesture to where the kitchen is and Leia makes several steps in that direction anyway, because she's not normally one to ask people for things here.]
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Still Leia shivers at the comfortable suburban temperature as if a ghost had walked over her grave.
One hand presses against her chest for a second, and silently she goes through the stages one might if they were having a stroke (her husband is older, after all, and one never knows. Finding that she doesn't seem to be having any of them, she just asks softly:]
Would you get me a glass of water? The kitchen is that way. [There's a vague gesture to where the kitchen is and Leia makes several steps in that direction anyway, because she's not normally one to ask people for things here.]