Leia cried for a few minutes before speaking. Han just held her and breathed into her hair. "You know who that was?" she sniffled.
"Yeah."
"Are you mad at me?"
He brought his hands to her face and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "Of course not," he whispered, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her mouth. "Of course not. I get it."
"Luke is so mad," she said brokenly. "He told me he'd never seen me act like a Sith until today. But he meant I was acting like…you know. Him. I can't even face my brother right now."
Han shifted in the armchair to envelope her in his embrace. "So, don't. You just deal with the politicians, do the diplomacy stuff, and I'll handle Luke." He looked down at her. "You okay now?"
Leia smoothed out her hair and straightened her dress, trying for some measure of aristocratic bearing. She blew out a breath. "Sure."
Luke stood right outside the study, blue eyes stormy. "How could you do that?" he demanded of Leia as she opened the door. She avoided his gaze.
"Hey, buddy," Han interjected, "why don't we go find that dinner you promised me, and leave Leia to handle the politicians?"
Luke didn't want to be distracted. "Leia, talk to me."
She finally looked at him. "I knew him, Luke. It's a long story, though, and I need to go apologize to the governor now. But...this isn't…we've all killed Imperials before."
"Not like this. Not without reason."
Han draped an arm around Luke and steered him towards the exit. "You get me some food, I'll explain the reason, okay?"
"I lost my appetite," Luke sulked, "when I saw a man get his face blown off."
"Let it go, Luke," Han warned him. Really, she'd had enough of this. To Leia, he said gently, "See you later, sweetheart." He was trying to sound casual, but inside he was just hoping she could keep it together. She just needed to remember how good a politician she could be, and turn that charm of hers on the governor.