icons are a mess, whoops

[Luke smiled, a muted, somewhat strained expression that nevertheless touched his eyes. He moved and took a seat across from his fellow pilot, doing his best to avoid wincing as his legs nearly gave out under him. The medical droid had said a week's bedrest, minimum, and that'd been back on Hoth...before everything had going topsy-turvy. It didn't take a Jedi's senses to tell something was bothering Wedge, the lack of a smile was enough, but that didn't make him any less glad to see the older man.

Flexing his (new) hand after depositing the tray, Luke looked his friend right in the eye, not put off in the slightest.]

Glad to see you.

[The simple truth, even if the other man isn't pleased to see him.]

How've you been holding up?