She'd never really studied his eyelashes before, but now she wanted to drink in his every feature: the full lips that were slightly parted in sleep; the crooked nose courtesy of a teenage fistfight; the dark and thick eyelashes. She gently ran a finger along them, knowing she shouldn't wake him, but needing to touch him all the same.
His eyes fluttered open and he startled for a moment, trying to acclimate to the here, the now, the freedom.
"It's ok," Leia whispered. "You're safe."
"I know," he replied, his face breaking into a wide smile as he traced her cheekbone with a finger.
"You can–"
"Yes. I can see you. And you're perfect."