[The warmth may be returning, but fingers of frost are starting to form on the ground at Barriss's feet, and the closer Leia gets the more apparent the source of her trouble becomes. Her feet have slowly begun turning to stone, the black boots now crafted entirely of white marble, a testament perhaps to the intense loneliness and distrust she's experiencing.]
Calm down. [She repeats the stranger's words, looking down at her feet with dawning comprehension. She has no idea how, but she certainly does know what is happening.] Calm down? My feet are turning to stone and you think it's a matter of calming down...?!
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Calm down. [She repeats the stranger's words, looking down at her feet with dawning comprehension. She has no idea how, but she certainly does know what is happening.] Calm down? My feet are turning to stone and you think it's a matter of calming down...?!