You swung Luke's lightsaber swung through the air, green light flashing. It annoyed you to no end that you didn't have one of your own, requiring you to have to borrow Luke's every time you wanted or needed one. This particular day, he wanted to supervise you.

"Good movement, y/n!" Luke called.

"Thanks, babe!" You replied. Bringing the lightsaber down, you meant to switch it off. Instead, you ended up accidentally cutting yourself with the blade. You clutched a hand to your wrist with a cry, the skin burning.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Luke took your wrist frantically and examined the wound with a sigh. "You really do need to be more careful. Let's get you to the medical wing." He scooped you up into his arms, trying not to hurt your wrist.

"Luke! I didn't cut my leg, you know! I can walk!" You exclaimed as you bounced a little with every step he took.

"And where would the fun be in that?" Luke smirked at you.

"You're such a dork."

"Maybe, but I'm your dork."