You've never been one to give up, leaving something half finished. That's precisely the reason why you're attending this exam, even though you know that you have no chance of success: you're not going to quit just because you're doomed. The trying is what matters.
And trying is just what the climb is. Each inch of progress you make tears at your body, tiring you beyond what you thought the human body was capable of withstanding. Yet bloody-minded determination prevents you from calling it quits, and it is with a small sense of triumph that you haul yourself over Leia's knee to finally stand up again.
Of course, you soon collapse to your own knees as you are so tired, but you are more than due a rest, you're sure. As you recapture your breath, you look across the expanse of thigh laid out before you to see that the woman has one hand sitting in her lap comfortably, while the other presumably works on her paper far above, on the other side of the desk that forms the ceiling to your little world.
The hand is compressed, fingers neatly angled together as it nestles comfortably in place, but its scale is again daunting, the power present in each of those train carriage-sized fingers just waiting to be unleashed.
You could approach that dainty but deific hand if you wished, as a means to grab Leia's attention, or you could rest up for a while as you prepare to move on to climbing her stomach, hidden beneath that tough-looking blue top she's wearing.
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