-Smirk-
They've just been to see one of Jaina's oldest friends for his help on a technical matter. Lowbacca, a Wookiee and the nephew of Chewbacca, spent most of the time they were there subtly eyeing Kyp.
"I always feel really short next to Lowie," Kyp grumbles.
Jaina glances up. He's average height, a few centimetres shorter than Jag-more than a few shorter than Han or either of her brothers had been. "I think your height is fine. Lowie is nearly two and a quarter meters. Everyone is taller than me except Tekli."
"And the five-year-olds."
She pretends to punch him in the stomach. "At least you're taller than Corran."
He smirks, catching the fist she just hit him with. The smirk does funny things to her stomach, things that she'd hoped would have stopped by now. Seventeen years, though, and it still does.
She looks away.
Seventeen years, and she's as confused as ever.
