[Coming out from time in the medbay was never an easy thing, not with everything that had been weighing on Luke. He'd rested in fits and starts if at all, and he was still getting his head back into anything resembling order when he stepped into the mess hall. It'd been a long time since he was on the fleet, but even still it felt like stepping back into an old home. Walking over to a counter to grab a meal and a mug of something warm, he stood and looked around at the assembled crew, pilots, and other members of the Rebellion for a familiar face.
Anybody would've been welcome, but when his attention settles on Wedge, he nods and starts that way.]
For Wedge. Post Empire.
Anybody would've been welcome, but when his attention settles on Wedge, he nods and starts that way.]
Room for another, Wedge?