I mused over that last comment Father had called after me for hours afterward. What had he thanked me for? I had hated him. And I hadn't forgiven him, then.
Was it because I had told him about Luke, or some other reason?
I didn't stick around Father long enough to ask. Nor did I ask Luke about it. Not knowing what to do, I went to my quarters and locked the door. I didn't want to talk to anybody until the trial recommenced.
On the last day before the trial, I went back to Luke. He smiled as he saw me enter.
I smiled back at him. "How are you today, Luke?"
"Much better. Tomorrow the trial begins again."
I nodded. "And I'll be right there at your side, Luke. You were right."
"21-B won't let me up. I'm tired of lying here."
"You'll be up tomorrow. I can guaranty it," I whispered. "Father will need to know that you are there for him."
"Thank you, Leia."
"For what?"
"Giving Father a chance."
"Luke, I wanted to tell you about Mother. About all that I can remember of her." I felt tears rising. I wasn't going to cry. I wasn't!
"Leia. You don't have to. This is hard for you."
"I want to. She's our mother."
Luke nodded. "Maybe I can show you on way of doing that." He reached out to me with the Force. It felt strange the way he did it. "Open yourself up to me."
"How?" I asked with a trembling voice.
"Like how I'm doing," he answered back. He showed me what he was doing and I followed him, allowing him to view my memories.