Leia was pacing back and forth in frustration. She hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in quite a while, and the bags under her eyes emphasized that fact. Han grabbed her shoulders gently but firmly, giving her a stern stare. He had tried to force the fact that Luke was close to him too into the back corners of his mind. He had to be strong for Leia. "Princess, you need to calm down. Your worrying yourself to death isn't going to bring Luke back any sooner."

"But—" Leia was interrupted by Han.

"No but's," he tried a smile, but it turned into a concerned frown. The Princess had suddenly gone rigid. "Leia? What's wrong?" The smuggler tried lightly shaking her to get her to snap out of it.

Leia remained still, her eyes tightly closed and her brow furrowed in concentration. After a few moments of confusion in which the poor smuggler wasn't sure whether he should call the medics or smack her on the head, Han noted with relief that she stopped whatever she was doing with a loud gasp.

"What is it?" Han asked softly. Whatever it was certainly didn't look good to him.

"Luke. I felt Luke!" Leia was excited. Han raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Through the Force—I sensed him."

"Don't tell me you're into that hocus-pocus now too," the smuggler sighed. That was just what he needed. Two wizards.

That barb earned him a hard jab in the ribs. "We're twins," Leia said patiently. "Of course I can use the Force if he can."

"Twins? Sounds like double the trouble to me," Han smirked. Knowing that the two were twins offered a whole new realm of joke possibilities.

The princess glared at him, which was the result he wanted, but then her expression turned to that of hurt and confusion as her thoughts went back to her brother. "But I couldn't find out where he was...He pushed me away, and then he blocked me out before I could find out his location..."

"I'm sure Luke had a logical reason—" Han was cut off by the adamant princess.

"Why wouldn't he want us to know where he was? Why didn't he contact me through the Force?" Leia was beginning to get worked up.

"Calm down, Your Worshipfulness," Han smiled in an attempt to get her to cheer up, but his nickname for her brought no reaction, and his smile dimmed when he saw the unhappy look on her face. "What did you sense from the kid?"

Leia started to speak, but then she paused momentarily in thought. "It was...weird. There was something that he wasn't accepting, but a part of him was sad about the possibility of its being true...And he was kind of angry...He felt helpless and..." the young woman shook her head to try to clear it. "I can't exactly explain it."

Han put his arm on shoulder to comfort her, about to speak, but it was at this moment that an annoyed Chewbacca came in, complaining loudly about Han, his ancestors, and what occupied them in their free time.

The smuggler-turned-Alliance-general ignored the bit about his ancestors and gave the Wookiee a hurt expression. "I'm irresponsible?"

Chewie huffed something. "My comlink?" Han looked down. He made a quick inspection, then he looked sheepish. "Oops. I must have accidentally turned it off."

The towering Wookiee woofed in frustration, and Han was surprised at what he had to say. "It isn't working? Sith!" The smuggler ran a hand through his hair to cool his temper and then calmly suggested, "Have Lando replace it. He's the one that broke it off!"

Chewie barked another question. "I don't know where he is! Ask Wedge." Han grumbled, "Last I heard they were celebrating with another bottle of Corellian ale..."

The Wookiee laughed at the slighted tone that the brown-haired man had. Then he roared another inquiry, and Han replied with a strained tone, "No. They didn't invite me, and no, I'm not mad about it..." He took a deep breath. "Can't you see I'm busy? Scram, you big hairy lug!"

But before Chewie left, he put a reassuring paw on Leia's shoulder and softly gargled something.

Though Leia wasn't very fluent in Wookiee, she caught the gist of it. She gave the Wookiee a half-smile, "Thanks, Chewie."

Chewbacca arfed and quietly left the room.

Han moved towards the couch and sat down, guiding Leia over with him. "Turn," he instructed simply.

The princess complied, and he started massaging the knots out of her shoulders.

Leia closed her eyes. "Ooh, that feels good."

Han grinned and reprimanded her, "You need to relax more."

The smuggler's comment struck a sensitive cord, and Leia turned to face him, "How am I supposed to relax when my brother is in Imperial hands?" Han flinched, he hadn't meant to set her off. Leia's anger gently faded away, replaced by sorrow, which for Han was worse than her anger. At least he knew how to handle her anger.

Han grabbed her hand and lightly stroked the top of it with his thumb to console her.

Leia continued sadly, "And there's nothing I can do..."

"You're wrong about that," an unfamiliar female voice stated matter-of-factly behind the two.

They instantly swerved around and discovered that the voice belonged to a cloaked humanoid standing confidently behind the couch, palms outward to show that she was unarmed.

"How'd you'd get in h—" Han started, but he was cut off by the princess, who demanded, "Who are you?"