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Dormé runs her fingers through Cordé's back softly touching her scars every time they make love.
She knows it isn't Padmé's fault, and she doesn't blame her for that, but Dormé hates how Cordé's getting more and more scars each mission.
"It's our duty. We must protect Queen Amidala. Besides... Padmé is our friend, and we love her."
"I know, but I don't want the person I love most to get hurt."
Cordé doesn't say anything, she only gives a pity smile and kisses Dormé's cheeks. There's nothing they can do, it's just the way things are. Dormé knew that when she became a Handmaiden, but she didn't know she'd fall in love with someone who couldn't completely be hers. Cordé would rather die in service than runaway with her, and Dormé blames Padmé for that.