Ben Solo
18 * Padawan * DagobahBen started forward to grab Odette as she sunk deeper into the liquid mud. The calm in her voice eased him back and loosened his tense muscles but not so much that he felt comfortable. No, he was on the further edge of his cliff of inactivity. If she had screamed, whimpered, or even breathed unearthly; he would had grasped the Force savagely and ripped her from the murky shackles.
Dagoboh's humid air surrounded him, the bent, crippled, and moss-covered trees were gnarled and twisted around the small clearing. Ben touched a nearby limb above him, his foot was lifted on a thick root that fell deep into the mud Odette was trapped within. He rolled his eyes at her suggestions, her words of warning. As if he hadn't considered the thought himself. He had... truly. Perhaps he would've ignored it
but he had considered it.
Looking around him Ben peered up at a cluster of hanging limbs. The nearest one was seven or more feet high, it would be easier to pull her out if he had a better perspective. He raised a finger towards Odette mid-sentence.
"I'll get you out, Odette. You don't have to worry about that. I promise you." Starting with a practiced set of squats, Ben suddenly augmented his strength with the Force and grabbed the limb. He pulled himself up with one hand, hearing BB-8 whirled below. On the large limb he figured that they had lost sight of him. The limb hadn't looked that large from below; it made no sense to him. Ben gleamed over the side, his slender figure standing powerfully. His eyes grew wide.
He had launched himself more than twenty feet from the ground... without even noticing it.
Too much power and not enough control... he said vexed.
"I'm fine, BB-8. Don't worry. You don't have to worry either, hun. I'm good." The last part held a teasing jest to them.
His hand raked towards the sky, pulling Odette out with a tender power that he extraneously made sure of. She would land on the same branch he was on, falling, purposely in his arms, cradled firmly against his chest.
"Your Knight is here, your situation solved. In return... I expect a soft, gentle payment." His signature smirk splayed on his lips, his dark curls fell around his downward-turned face.