"Feel free to say 'I told you so' anytime you want," Leia joked, weakly.
Han said nothing as he smoothed out the bandage on her shoulder; his fingertips brushing her arm.
She shivered, involuntarily.
"Are you cold?" he asked, quietly.
"No," she responded.
"You're all patched up."
The bunk shifted as he stood up.
"Han-"
"You should get some rest. I'm going to get started on dinner."
He moved to leave the room.
"I'm sorry."
Han paused in the doorway, his back to her.
"I shouldn't have...gone by myself. I was wrong."
He turned around; the look on his face made Leia recoil.
"What if I hadn't have found you in time?"
"I know- "
"No," he exclaimed, "You don't. Do you have any idea what they would have done to you?"
"I can imagine," Leia whispered. She was unable to look him in the eyes.
Han released a long breath, walked forward and sat next to her on the bunk.
"You know, I have a... reputation for being reckless," he began.
Her eyes flickered towards him.
"But I have never met anyone with as little disregard for their life as you."
Han's gaze fixed on her.
She tried to come up with a response, some sort of defence.
After a few moments, Leia glanced away, unable to take his accusing stare any longer.
The bunk shifted again.
"Rest. I'll bring you some dinner in an hour."
He left the room.
Tears slid down Leia's cheeks as she sank into the bunk.
She balled her fists convulsively, trying to will away the grief, the loneliness, the anger- every pent up emotion that she had been carrying around since Alderaan was destroyed.