When Luke awoke, some hours later, he found Mara leaning against the couch with her eyes closed and a datapad in her hand. And then he heard her snoring softly, and realized that she must have fallen asleep. He smiled and tangled a strand of her red-gold hair around his finger, again marveling at how beautiful he was finding her in every circumstance.
"Oh, you're up," Han said as he entered the living room, two steaming cups in his hands. He paused, taking in both their positions. "Or one of you is..."
Luke wanted to laugh. "How long has she been sitting here like this?"
"Long enough," Han muttered as he handed one of the cups to Luke. "Feel better?"
"Mostly. Don't feel like I ran a marathon now." Luke took a careful sip. "What's up?"
"Leia figured out that it's the Noghri." Han sat down in a chair and sighed. "And that team which Roganda and that guy dealt with is in NRI custody. Oh, and Mara has the first jump mapped."
Luke blinked. The NRI? Noghri? "I was wondering why those presences reminded me of Wookiees... guess that answers that. And isn't the NRI overkill?"
"No."
Mara grunted and pulled away from his hand as she opened her eyes. "Stop playing with my hair, Luke."
"What if I like it?"
She turned and playfully glared at him. "Then thank you, but still... don't play with it."
Luke leaned in close, smiling at her. "Then I promise not to twizzle strands of your hair around a finger of mine, Mara."
Han cleared his throat, breaking the moment, and they both looked at him. "You have an audience."
Luke just rolled his eyes at his brother-in-law. So what if they had an audience... he wanted to tease her some more.