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Once I’m satisfied he’s comfortably asleep, I turn to face Han. “There’s a guest cabin, but something tells me you’d rather stay and keep your eye on him?”

“Yeah,” I say softly. Then: “I’ve never seen him look so… small.”

“I can’t imagine what he’s been through,” I say, just as soft. “What you’ve both been through.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” I say, wry, returning to my sense of humour.

I shake my head, giving him a half-smile. “I’ll have the kitchen prepare food for both of you.”

“As much as I appreciate being fussed over, you really don’t have to,” I say.

“I’m a princess with a fully staffed ship, you’re getting food whether you like it or not,” I say with a smirk. “Besides, I don't think your friend would be happy knowing you denied him food…”

"Well, okay," I say, at little sheepish. "For Chewie."

“Good answer,” I say, feeling oddly protective of the both of them. “Go and lay down, grab an hour of rest?”

I want to say no, to spend more time with her, but exhaustion gets the best of me. "Wake me if I don't?"

“Promise,” I say, giving his arm a soft squeeze before I head off to tend to some business, stopping along the way to order some food for the boys.

I wake up confused as to where we are, thinking for a moment we're back in prison, and grateful instead for a plush bed and the scent of food wafting in.

“Hey,” I say softly, wanting to stay quiet for Chewie’s sake. I can see the panic in Han’s eyes at first, and I gently offer him a cup of caf.

“Hi,” I say, remembering her, because who could forget? I carefully sip the cup of caf.

“How are you feeling? Hungry?” I ask, reaching for my own cup and taking a sip.

“Hate to admit it, but I’m starving,” I say, and for once it’s not hyperbole.

“That’s great news, because I brought a ton of food for you,” I smile. “And a massive amount for Chewie as well.”

“Thank you,” I say, a rare element of sincerity in my tone. “From both of us.”

“It’s no trouble,” I say, giving him a soft smile. “I figure it would be best if you woke him up instead of me…”

"I don't know, I know who I'd rather wake up to..." I tease, gently shaking Chewie awake. "Food time."

“You’re impossible,” I say, rolling my eyes, but I’m blushing, too. No one besides him ever has had the courage to flirt with me, even if he doesn’t mean it.

"So I've been told," I smile wryly, and I move to say something else but then Chewie is awake and ravenous, so I better make sure he's fed.

All of his attention switched back to Chewie, as it should, but it leaves me feeling like an intruder in my own cabin, and so I start to head out, feeling awkward.

I don’t know where she goes, but once Chewie has eaten I go to find her, curious and suddenly anxious in her absence.

I’m not far, sitting quietly in a common area staring out at hyperspace and wondering why I suddenly feel so much lonelier than usual.