Leia eased herself down onto a wooden bench nestled beneath the shade of a sprawling tree in the garden. The scent of blooming flowers drifted on the breeze.
Greta remained standing for a moment, watching her with concern.
"Is your leg hurting again?" she asked gently.
Leia shook her head, offering a faint smile. "No… just a little tired, that's all."
"Then let's rest a while," Greta said, settling down beside her on the bench. "I'll escort you back to your room," she added.
"Don't push yourself too hard," Leia said softly, glancing at Greta with concern.
Greta folded her arms, her brow furrowing. "Isn't it strange, though? You've been attacked far too often lately."
Leia lowered her gaze. "I do find it strange… but both times, it felt intentional."
