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Leia released her grip from Bail’s arm and took an unsteady step forward. Bail hovered, prepared to grab her in case she started to topple over, but trying not to be too quick to do so, so that Leia could walk on her own.
“Come to me, Leia,” Breha said, her own arms outstretched just beyond Leia’s reach. “That’s it.”
Leia toddled forward, slow at first, but then she rushed forward, practically falling into Breha’s arms.
Breha and Bail both cheered, regardless, and Breha scooped Leia up as she stood, and Bail joined them, wrapping an arm around Breha.
“Well done, Leia,” he told her. “You’ll be walking in no time. In fact, I’m sure by the end of the month, your mother and I will be struggling to keep up, chasing you around.”
“Don’t give her ideas,” Breha reproached. Leia giggled, whether at Breha’s tone or because she really had gotten some ideas, Bail couldn’t tell. He winked conspiratorially at Leia anyway, and Breha let out and exaggerated sigh with a smile tugging at her lips.
She bent her head to kiss Leia on top of hers, until Leia grew fussy and restless.
“Ready to try again?” Bail asked.