[Luke waits nervously, and his patience is rewarded with Rinzler's arrival. Somehow, his frame-- less than sturdy, as far as Luke can tell-- can support Washington. The medical staff hover around them both, doing their best to get Washington's condition stable, and Luke dutifully watches, quiet for once.]
[When the dust seems to have settled, Luke walks slowly, slowly over. His ribs are more healed than they were, but they're still sensitive and delicate. He takes his time, cringing slightly.]
[Luke isn't quite sure what Rinzler is, but he knows he's not a medical droid. He feels it's worthwhile to praise him for rising to the occasion.] You did very well, Rinzler. You might have saved Washington's life.
[Said while looking Washington over, gently gripping his chest with the arm that doesn't end abruptly in a stump.]
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[When the dust seems to have settled, Luke walks slowly, slowly over. His ribs are more healed than they were, but they're still sensitive and delicate. He takes his time, cringing slightly.]
[Luke isn't quite sure what Rinzler is, but he knows he's not a medical droid. He feels it's worthwhile to praise him for rising to the occasion.] You did very well, Rinzler. You might have saved Washington's life.
[Said while looking Washington over, gently gripping his chest with the arm that doesn't end abruptly in a stump.]