Han sat on the edge of their bed in the soft light of dawn. He had watched her do this thousands of times. Though she was at her dressing table, the mirror set to the right height for her tiny stature, she didn't watch her reflection. Instead, chin tucked on her chest, she effortlessly—expertly—placed the pins in an Alderaani hairstyle. Han loved that witnessing this ritual was his alone. Over the years, the fire of their love-making had cooled. But this, this piece of her that remained for his eyes only, continued to stir something inside of him.