Disclaimer: Disney's playground, I just hang out here.
"How is she?" Winter asked in a hushed tone; silently through the open door.
"Tired, but okay. They want her to rest as much as possible." Han whispered, his eyes never leaving the tiny bundle in his arms. He was facing away from the doorway, bothered by the bustling world next to him. Leia lay asleep on the bed beside him. Her hair had been brushed and was now tied into a large lumpy braid which swept down the side of her neck - very obviously having been done by Han.
"Not surprising. And, how is she?" Winter smiled and nodded gently at the white blanket nestled against his chest.
"She's perfect." he breathed.