[Essos. Of course. Nobody in Westeros was stupid enough to harbor him -- not even Lady Organa.

His exhale is calming and slow. Its not a perfect response, but it is something. He reaches down to the ground to pick her up by the rope, standing her on her own two feet. If he feels her knees buckle, he will hold her there.]

You will have your freedom when I have Skywalker. Perhaps more, if you change your tune.

[That, he can compromise on. He continues up the hill, but takes a turn away from the fire and heads toward his own tent. He pushes her down into a sitting position on the log resting outside of it.

He then kneels to bind her legs to keep her from running. Presuming she doesn't try to kick him in the face, he'll cut the rest of her bonds off, and bind her wrists with a set of cuffs, and the chain lead will be nailed firmly to that log.

And finally, after that, he will free her legs.]

You get one chance. If you attempt to flee, you will not get another.

[He might have been a monster, but he was not completely foreign to the idea of earning more bees with honey than with vinegar.]