"I'm sorry," Leia said automatically when Han returned to Anakin's room the next day. In his arms, he carried a small, dark-haired girl. She was slung over his shoulder, her feet dangling near his waist, asleep.

He frowned deeply. "What?"

Leia sighed, running a hand over her face. "How did she sleep?"

Han carefully set the girl in a chair. "Hardly a wink. When she was asleep, she was screaming with nightmares." He looked to their son on the medical bunk. "Reminded me of the ones he used to have when he was little."

Leia smiled a bittersweet smile. "He's not so little anymore."

"No, I 'spose not." He kneeled at her side and leaned forward to caress her face in his hand and leave a tender kiss on her lips. Leia smiled, inhaling his scent. "Now, what on Coruscant were you trying to apologize for?"

Leia dropped her head and it came to rest comfortably on her husband's chest. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you last night. I'm sorry I haven't been much of a help at all lately."

"Hey, sweetheart! I don't expect that much from you."

"I don't think that's a lot."

"I think a little weight gets added, though, when your dead son suddenly comes back to life."

Leia chuckled despite the grief, guilt and confusion ravaging her awareness.

Han disentangled Jaina from her mother's arms.

"Han, don't you dare try to pick her up. You're going to hurt her."

"Oh?" Han flashed her a comical scowl. "You're worried about her getting hurt, huh?"

With aid from the Force, Leia helped lift their daughter until Han lied her in another chair. Then, he joined Leia in hers. He took her into his lap and kept his lips hovered over her crown. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

She shook her head against his chest, meanwhile looping his arms tighter around herself. "I missed your snoring."

Han's deep chuckle rumbled in Leia's ear. "I'm sorry, Princess."

She shook her head again. "I hate sleeping without you. Let's never do it again."

"Deal. . . . How is he doing?"

"Cilghal came in earlier this morning. She said his vitals are looking much better. She seemed very hopeful."

"Did she say anything about him waking up soon?"

"No. He'll wake up when he wakes up. . . . Han, what are we going to do when that happens?"

"Easy. We're going to tell him all those things we wanted to say after he died."

Leia smiled sadly. "You make it sound so simple."

"I don't know what else to tell you, sweetheart. We just have to take this one step at a time. We'll figure it out. Just take deep breaths while you still can."

And she did, melting herself into Han's secure embrace. He didn't hold her tight, but comfortably, letting her body conform to his own so they became one. She settled her head to rest on his shoulder. In the comfort and safety of her husband's arms, Leia watched their son.

"Han. Do you realize . . . that he's not as young as we always think of him being?"

Han chuckled quietly. "Sweetheart, I think I understand that he's a couple years older now."

Leia moved her hand to his arm. She turned in his arms so she could look at him and said, "Han, he's 31."

Han quickly turned his gaze back to Anakin. "Kriff."

Leia just patted his arm. "Now we're on the same page."

Han sighed.

"I know that it isn't going to help anything if I'm freaking out about this, but I don't know what else to do, Han. I see him there and all I can think about is that moment when he wakes up. What are we going to do? What are we going to tell him? How is he going to react? Is he even going to wake up? And, Han, I need to know what we're going to do. What's our plan-?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Shhh." Han took hold of her arms to still her and he whispered in her ear, his hot breath relaxing her. "Don't overwhelm yourself like that. When he wakes up-"

"If he wakes up."

"When he wakes up, that should be a moment for us to celebrate, to be happy. We don't need to spoil it making ourselves anxious everything."

"Don't you worry?"

"Sweetheart, I'm too busy worrying about you."

"It would make me feel better if I knew that you were worrying about our son, too."

"Who said I wasn't?" Han leaned in to leave a kiss on the side of Leia's face. "I worry a lot, too. About my whole family."

"There's too much to worry about."

"That's why I'm here. To worry with you."

Leia managed a small smile. For further comfort, she stole another kiss from him. Through their lips, Han gave her all the strength he could before begrudgingly breaking apart. He pulled her out of the chair and she was quick to object.

"Come on," Han coerced her, pulling her to her feet. "You need a break. Let's go find something to eat."

"But what if he wakes up when we're gone?"

"If he wakes up, we'll be right back." Han began leading her out of the room. "Come on. We'll find some food, and then we can visit Tahiri."

Leia gasped. "Han? I almost forgot about her."

"It's alright, sweetheart." Han took his wife's hand and brought her down the hall. "Why don't we go get something to eat, so you can relax. Then, we'll go see Tahiri afterward."


The Jedi base's cafeteria area was much more packed than usual. Leia supposed it was to be blamed on all the contingency and post-war meetings that Luke was holding. Or, that the Council agreed needed to be held. Luke had warned her that he'd be busy most of the day. Leia was just thankful that she was only a Jedi Knight, though she knew better than to count on that little detail keeping her out of the meetings. Soon enough, she and Han would probably get called in. Mulling over her options, Leia realized that it would be pretty easy to pull the grief card. After losing so much, Leia thought she deserved it.

The chances of that trick passing seemed to increase as Han held her hand while they made their way to the lunch line and heads turned to offer looks of sympathy. They don't even know the half of it, Leia thought as they continued on. And just like that, she was suddenly more aware of her grief than her joy. In fact, her joy seemed to dwindle to the tiniest spark as she felt the touches of several Jedi around her offering their condolences for her son's death. Subconsciously, she hugged herself to Han's side. The looks around her seemed to grow more pitiful.

With trays of bland shells wrapped around some mysterious meat and beef, covered in a pale cheese, Han and Leia took seats near one end of the cafeteria. Nearly as soon as they sat down, someone came to join them.

"Hey, Aunt Leia. Hi, Uncle Han."

"Hey, kid. What are you doing over here? I don't think it's the coolest thing to be seen by the ladies eating with your aunt and uncle."

Ben shrugged, folding his napkins and hiding them under his tray. "They must never have met you guys, then."

Leia chuckled wholeheartedly, responding in kind when Ben reached out to hug her. "So, have you managed to escape your father's meetings?"

"I told him I'd already promised Cilghal I'd be helping her."

Leia narrowed her eyes at her nephew.

"It's the truth! Master Cilghal asked me to help transfer patients around. . . . It just ended up taking only two hours."

Leia rolled her eyes at him.

"All I know is that I've lasted the entire morning without getting called down to the Council room. Lucky, right?"

"You think it's funny now," Leia smirked. "I'm going to tell your father all about this little trick of yours when he's finished."

"It's his fault," Ben began. "I don't think he knows how discipline works with kids."

Han snorted, stabbing his fork into a pile of leafy greens.

But Ben ended his joke there, and the heavy silence grew quickly. Leia watched her nephew with her peripheral vision, took note of how he seemed to be occupying himself with the greasy gorba melts that sat on his flimsi plate. And it wasn't like he was just eating, either; he was eating for the purpose to busying himself, maybe to avoid conversation. Leia sighed, dropping her own utensils. "Out with it, Ben," she said.

Ben gave a short sigh, dropping his fork on his plate and turning to face her. Han looked up from his own meal. "Dad told me about what happened after Jaina's duel with Caedus. He told me that Anakin was back."

Han's gaze darted to Leia who tensed, though she'd been expecting this. She nodded a couple times, her head bobbing like the head of a doll stuck to its body on a loose spring. Up and down, up and down, over and over again. Her communication skills escaping her, Leia simply said, "Yes. I guess. It's real."

Ben grimaced while watching her. "Are you okay?"

"We're fine, kid," Han assured his nephew. "We're figuring it out."

"I'm sorry for this," Ben apologized. "I'm sorry if I shouldn't have brought it up-"

"No, kid. You're alright. It's just- a lot to take in and we're still trying to figure out what to do."

"I get it. I just wanted to make sure you were both alright."

Leia smiled gingerly at him. Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears in the cafeteria's bright lighting. "Don't worry about us, Ben. We'll be fine. Just help your dad out. He still needs you."

Ben nodded, picking up his tray. "I think I'm going to go join Jysella, Valin, and Seha at their table."

"You go do that, kid. We're fine."

In exchange for Ben's leaving, Mirax startled Leia as she scooted onto the bench across from her. She situated herself beside Han who and nearly spilled half his bowl of soup in his startled state. "Hey! Whoa, sorry." Using her own napkins, she helped Han clean the mess. "I shouldn't have been able to startle you like that. Over the years of being married to Corran, I've grown used to it. How are you?"

Mirax was such a hyper and flamboyant woman; it was easy for Leia to see how she got along so well with Mara. A pang of guilt hit Leia with the thought and she winced as she wiped her mouth, then set her napkin back down. "We're alright," Leia assured her. She forced a chuckle. "We don't need you checking on us like a babysitter."

Mirax didn't smile- not even in kind to Leia's forced one. She supposed the Corellian woman saw right through it. Instead, Mirax left her food untouched and sat sideways in her chair so that she could maintain her gaze on Leia. "Sure, you don't. Well, I'm going to sit right here anyway."

"Hey, Han." Corran came up from behind Leia and Mirax. Naturally, he settled a hand on his wife's back was he waved to Han, then nodded to the other woman present. "Leia."

"Master Horn," Leia acknowledged him. Corran frowned.

"Hey," Mirax smirked, turning her dark eyes to Han. "If it makes you uncomfortable, just stick around Han. I'm not sure that he cares for much for titles. The only one he respects is his wife's."

Han shrugged, smiling easily.

"How about it, Han?" Corran asked, "Wanna' join me for a drink? I hear Kyp got Kyle to help him start up a bar near the crew quarters. If Kyp's running the operation, it can't be too bad."

Leia snorted. "I would trust the drinks from Mos Eisley first."

Han got up from his seat, carrying his tray, and rounded the table to stand by his wife. "I think I'll take my chances. But just in case I don't make it back . . ." He shared a kiss with her. "I'll be right back." Leia waved goodbye to him as he and Corran left. Once they were far past, Leia raised an accusatory eyebrow at Mirax. "You two did that on purpose."

"Maybe."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"Despite Winter's testimonies on her days of babysitting your children, trust me, I know."

"Then, why is this starting to feel like an intervention?"

"It's not an intervention. This is a . . ."

"Check-in?"

Mirax blew a sigh out her nose. "Fine. I came to talk to you. I am worried about you. And, I think, with good reason. But not for the reasons you might think."

Leia laughed bitterly. "Mirax, I've grown somewhat accustomed to the process of grieving. I'm alright."

"See? There it is! I didn't come to talk to you about your grief. Well, not exactly." She made herself comfortable where she sat, resting an elbow on the table and putting her other hand on Leia's. She asked Leia in a low whisper, "How's Anakin?"

Leia gave a grateful smile. "Same as before. Nothing different, really."

"Have you told Tahiri yet?"

"You heard that Tahiri's here?"

Mirax almost laughed. "Corran has always seen her as a sort of niece. The Solusars felt it only fair that we were among the first to hear."

Leia shook her head. "Han and I are going to go see her after her lunch. Have you and Corran visited her yet?"

Mirax shook her head. "Cilghal had told us that you and Han hadn't seen her yet We thought it best you two go before us. She needs the comfort of knowing that your family forgives her. I think that will help her quite a bit."

"I hope. So, what else did you come here to tell me?"

Mirax's smile vanished, but she looked carefully at Leia. "Corran told me you feel guilty. He- he-"

"He feels my guilt."

Mirax nodded. "Please explain that to me. Leia Organa Solo, why on Coruscant do you feel guilty? What have you ever done?"

Leia couldn't look her in the eye, so she dropped her gaze to her tray. "I told Luke yesterday that- I do feel guilty. Just because I don't see why I deserve to have something back that I'd lost. This doesn't happen, so why is it happening to me?"

"Leia, you lost a son! Of course, you deserve to have that back."

"But of everyone who has ever lost someone. When people lose someone, they aren't supposed to get them back. I've gotten used to that."

"Yeah? I bet. Listen, Leia. Look around here." She swept out an arm to indicate the lunchtime rush that was overtaking the cafeteria. "Look at everyone around here. Hardly anyone in this room hasn't suffered some kind of loss. We're a world torn over and over by war. Everyone's lost someone. Corran lost his father when he was young. My dad and I lost my mother when I was even younger. And you-!"

"I am practically famous for losing loved ones," Leia supplied bitterly.

Mirax planted a hand on her hip. "You've lost so much, Leia. You've lost everything over and over again. Family, friends, best friends. You deserve to get some of it back. You deserve to have Anakin back. You deserve all the happiness in the world for all the sorrow you've suffered. You and Han both. You deserve to get back the son who died a martyr."

"What about the one who didn't?"

Surprised, Mirax found herself sitting up straighter. She blinked, trying to find her words and gather them. "You deserve to have a family, Leia. That's all I can say."
Leia sniffled. "We let him go," she said, her voice broken and feeble. "We let all of our kids go."

"To Myrkr? Well, do you regret that?"

Leia looked up sharply. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped. "I don't know anymore."

"I think you do! Would you really take that all back? You know as well as anyone else who was there that Anakin-"

"He saved the Order," Leia smiled. "I'm well aware. I'm proud of what he did. I'm proud to call him my little boy, but if you knew the pain of losing a child- you would regret it, too."

Mirax bit the corner of her lip. "I'm sorry."

Leia shook her head, finishing off her gorba melt in one last bite. "No, you have nothing to be sorry for. It's just that- I feel like I'm too happy about this. I don't deserve it. I know what it is to mourn, to lose someone that mattered more than anything to you. I know what it is to lose your world. And not just an actual world, but whatever is the world to you. I've lost so many worlds. I would give a world back to anyone else who understood that. I just can't understand why I'm getting one of my worlds back."

Mirax smiled, moved by Leia's speech- and her honesty! Mourning for her, Mirax reached out and enfolded her in a great big hug. "Because you deserve it, Leia. You deserve to get back a piece of the liberty and happiness you've brought to the galaxy. So, don't think about that. No, just don't think of it like that. Don't feel guilty; there's no reason for that. No one could possibly blame you for this. Enjoy this, Leia. Rejoice in it! You're getting one of your worlds back. Don't focus on anything but your joy. Be there for him. He'll need you."

Far beyond words and currently lacking the ability to use them, Leia took Mirax's words to heart and soaked in the joy that Mirax felt for her.

Mirax added, "Leia, if I got back one dear friend that I've lost, or even my mother, I would take it back and run away with it. Stop being so selfless. You have Anakin back. So, take him, love him, let him know how hard these years have been without him. Take it, Leia, and run."


Tahiri had been admitted out of Cilghal's medward and provided quarters by Master Skywalker. It was there that Leia was directed and found the woman by herself. Leia knocked and, at once, sensed Tahiri's unease spike. She waited a long moment before she came to answer the door. She took a shuddering breath when she cracked the door open enough to actually see the Solo woman standing there. Naturally, Leia displayed a gentle and cautious look and aura. "Hi, Tahiri," she greeted softly.

Tahiri looked away.

"I thought I'd come see you."

When the younger woman forced herself to look back up, her eyes were already glistening with tears.

"Tahiri, I think we both know we need to have a conversation and that conversation isn't going to be easy. But you should know that Han and I-"

"Don't!" It was the first she spoke and Tahiri seemed to have trouble forcing any words out her throat. "Please don't say it," she insisted, but in a softer tone. "I know what you're going to say and I- I'm not in the state to accept forgiveness right now."

Leia pursed her lips. "That's unfortunate."

Tahiri shook her head. "Leia, I . . ."

Leia remained silent, patiently waiting for Tahiri to gather her words- and confidence. To her surprise, Tahiri said something very different than what she'd been expecting. Tahiri pushed her door wide open. "Please, come in."

Leia took one step forward, then continued on at seeing Tahiri waiting. She entered Tahiri's quarters. They weren't small at all, or very big either. But they were spacious with the lack of furniture adorning every corner and wall. The place felt very open and, in a way, it relieved Leia. The quarters were wide and open.

"I'm sorry," Tahiri said as she shut the door. "As you can see, I don't have much furniture."

Leia gave a quick glance around to see that there was no furniture in sight. Unless one would count the mat in the middle of the living room area. "It's fine, Tahiri! Didn't you just move in?"

The woman shrugged. "We can sit at- the counter."

She led them to the small kitchen area and Leia a took seat on one side of the counter. Tahiri sat opposite to her and, with all the bravery she could muster, maintained Leia's gaze. For a moment, her mouth moved, but no words nor sound came out. She sighed. "I'm so sorry, Leia. I-" She swallowed. "I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am."

"I apologize if he betrayed your trust in doing this, but my brother told me what you said to him and Masters Solusar. You could have told us that you were suffering."

In instant response to Leia's words, Tahiri adopted a sad smile and a knowing look, and she shook her head. It made Leia feel old, seeing how mature and grown Tahiri was now. Time has passed, Leia reminded herself. Years! She's a woman! And your baby boy is a man.

"I could have," she agreed with a nod. "But Caedus's offers were far too tempting."

"Han and I should have been there to help you."

"You couldn't have."

"All you needed was someone to be there."

"Leia, no one could have turned me away from the path I'd chosen. If I'd so willingly followed Caedus, and so blindly, no one could have pulled me back."

"Except for Anakin," Leia provided.

Stunned, Tahiri moved a hand to her hip. Her gaze slid away and she nodded slowly. "Yeah. I guess so."

"Listen, Tahiri. We don't need to talk any more about what happened. That's far behind us."

Tahiri seemed startled by the suggestion. She planted her hands on the counter, her face twisting with thought, as she considered.

"Tahiri, I know that Caedus used you. He used Anakin against you. I'm not sure that I can help ease that damage, but I'm here to help in any way I can. Me and Han both. You are a daughter to us, Tahiri. There's nothing you could ever do that we wouldn't forgive you for. And don't try to say that you don't deserve it. What Caedus did to you was inexcusable, but you've never forgotten my son and I have to thank you for keeping his memory alive."

This seemed to further upset Tahiri and she vigorously shook her head. "I thought I was honoring his memory, but I only used him to justify what I was doing for Caedus! I was the same as him, Leia! I can't stand myself for what I did to his memory! I used Anakin-!"

"Caedus twisted your thoughts. He used Anakin and twisted his name to use you. Tahiri, you may not understand now, but Han and I do forgive you."

"Where is he?"

Leia's shoulders drooped. "He wanted to come see you with me, but he's- taking care of something back home. He asked me to tell you 'hi' for him."

Tahiri couldn't quite smile because Leia's words were too suspicious, but she figured they were of no importance to her, so she put on a light smile and nodded, pushing aside her doubts. "I-um- thank you, Leia."

Leia just smiled generously at her.

Tahiri laughed shortly. "I- I don't deserve the place in your family that you and Han have given me, but I could never tell you how grateful I've always been for it. I don't deserve your forgiveness or the 'welcome back' you and Han and the Jedi Order have given me."

"Maybe you deserve it," Leia said. She came around the counter to stand beside Tahiri and rest a hand over hers. "Maybe you deserve a nice long break."

Tahiri suddenly cracked an amused smile. Cleverly, she added, "Don't we all?"

Leia broke into a fit of laughter and finally threw her arms out to embrace the younger woman. Tahiri let her, laughing with her.

"Ohh, you have no idea, Tahiri, what it means to us to have you be a part of this family. You aren't like a daughter to us at all. You are a daughter to us."

Blinking back tears, Tahiri let herself loose from her guilt just a little and said to Leia, "Thank you. Mom."

Leia blinked. Anakin. "Kriff!" she swore aloud.

Tahiri widened her eyes at her and Leia just flipped her hand. "Pardon me. It's Han's fault. Tahiri, I'm so sorry. There is something else I came to talk to you about."

"Talk about . . . about Caedus?"

"No! Oh, no! This has nothing to do with that. No, Tahiri. Something happened after Jaina's duel against Caedus. Han and I agreed that you deserved to hear about it right away. We haven't told many others, but Cilghal, Tekli, and the Horns know."

"What's going on? Leia, is everything alright?"

Suddenly, Leia found her eyes wet as well. She hurriedly wiped at them, simultaneously growing a joyous smile. She could feel it- the relief and joy that Mirax had been demanding she let herself feel. It took her over in a fell swoop, sweeping aside her every doubt and fear and replacing each negative emotion by uncovering every ounce of jubilation that she had in her. "Yes! Yes! Everything is- great! Everything is just amazing!" She took Tahiri by the shoulders and the younger woman's eyes widened. She held back onto Leia, waiting patiently.

"Tahiri," Leia continued, letting all her euphoria sink into the Force and reassuring Tahiri with it all. "Tahiri, something truly amazing has happened. The Force has blessed us!"


Tahiri gripped Leia's arms, futilely trying to calm her down before she provided an explanation. She'd never seen Leia like this before- happy, deliriously so, and full of such excitement. It seemed so very backward to her. You just lost your other son, she thought, searching her mind for a reason to Leia's joy. Your one daughter is the only child you have left, and she just killed her brother. What is wrong with you? For a brief moment, Tahiri wondered if Leia Organa Solo had finally met her breaking point. One could only suffer so much personal tragedy, she thought, before a breaking point comes and one can stand no more. This must be it; in the death of her other son, Leia must have tripped over her breaking point and now she was free-falling over the edge of the long cliff. The abyss beneath awaited her.

But- with a Force aura that rang chaotically confused and joyous both at once, along with a long sliver of hope- Leia took Tahiri's face between her warm hands, looked her dead in the eyes, and said, "Anakin's back."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you talked to Tahiri," Han apologized, his tone soft. He sat beside Leia, steering their rented speeder. One hand he kept on the steering mechanism, the other he held onto his wife's hand with. "You know, I wanted to go with you and see her."

"I know," Leia nodded. "And I'm sorry I haven't been helping with Amelia. You shouldn't be the only one at home helping her adjust. After all she's been through. . . She's only five, Han. Five!"

"Hey, relax!" Han raised their joined hands and squeezed hers with great strength. Leia grimaced, but then squeezed back. "We'll figure it out. I was thinking earlier, it's tough trying to do this separately."

"Someone needs to watch Amelia," Leia said softly. Han knew she felt the need to stay near their son and Han completely understood. He smiled at her. "We can get Luke to babysit.'

She shook her head. A wind blew through the cracked-open window and she brushed a hand over her hair to smooth back the tendrils of hair that were escaping her braids. "No. I'll come home." She said it hesitantly, forcing herself to let go of her anxious needs.

Han frowned. "I thought we could trade off with Luke. We'll sleep at home-" He squeezed her hand and made sure she was looking him in the eye at that moment. She gave a guilty smile. "We'll have breakfast with Amelia, spend some time with her, then Luke can babysit while we stay at the hospital for a while. Then, we can go back home, spend time with Amelia, have dinner with her. Then, we have another day."

Leia didn't respond right away. Her gaze was set out the front window, far and distant. When she returned to the moment, she rolled her lips in and sighed. "Han?" Her voice broke with tears. "What if he never wakes up?"

Han didn't respond right away. "Leia-"

"No! Han, think. It could be like this for weeks more! Or months! Or years or . . ."

Han didn't respond. Leia waited. Han didn't respond. She bit her lip, turning her gaze out her window.

"Leia," Han finally said, some force behind his voice. He needed no more words; his tone and look were enough. And her name. He had a way of saying her name- Leia was long used to the variety of 'Princess', 'sweetheart', 'dear'- Han was usually pretty serious when he called her by her first name. But he had a way of evoking such emotion into his voice when he did say 'Leia'. As he did now. It captured her full attention and assured her by the tone of his voice and the love and reassurance she felt radiating from him. She basked in it.

"I know," she told him, forcing herself to push her worries aside for the moment. They'd made it through their son's death, they'd make it through this.

"So, what all did you say to her?"

"I told her as much as we discussed," Leia assured him. 'As much' meant everything. Tahiri had been so close to Anakin, grow up with him; she'd been just as traumatized by his death as the Solos had been. Han and Leia had immediately agreed that the young woman deserved to know as much about Anakin's condition as they did. So, Leia had told Tahiri everything they knew, not leaving a single detail out.

"She handled it better than I'd been expecting."

That's good."

"I don't think she can quite grasp it, though."

"Did you tell her that she can come see him?"

"That's what troubles me, Han. She insisted that she doesn't want to come see him. While he's unconscious, that is."

Han didn't seem too surprised. He gave a small shrug as if to say, 'well, what can you do,' then responded. "I wouldn't expect her to just jump into it with us. These years since she lost him have hurt her just as much as they've hurt us. I doubt she even knows what to think of it."

Leia nodded. "She seemed to be in a sort of trance. I did my best to explain it to her, what we've been talking about. I told her that we aren't sure how it happened. I was hoping she'd want to come back with us. I suppose she just needs time before she'd even consider this. "

"She'll figure it out. Hopefully, with the Force, she'll know that you were telling her the truth. Besides that, she should know we wouldn't torture her like that."

Leia sighed again. "She should know." Her gaze floated back to the viewport and she slowly straightened in her seat as something seemed- amiss. She studied the next directional sign as they continued driving and Leia only frowned at it. "Han? You took the wrong turn?"

"Did I, now?"

"Yes! This is taking us farther away from the base."

"Hm!"

"Haaan."

"Relax, sweetheart." He squeezed her hand in his again, this time raising it to his mouth to kiss it. "You need to rest at home."