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“As you wish,” I say, starting with the cockpit and explaining the layout as we go.

“And you made all these modifications yourself?” I ask, impressed.

“With a little Wookiee help,” I admit, used to taking all the credit but wanting her to think highly of my copilot too.

“That’s incredible,” I tell him. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“I’m glad it’s not the dumpster you were expecting,” I say, but I’m softening.

“My husband tends to keep me in a bit of a gilded cage,” I say apologetically. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anything that wasn’t plated in precious metals.”

It doesn’t seem like a problem to me, but I don’t say so out of risk of offending the princess. I nod instead. “There’s plenty of new things for you to discover on the Falcon.”

I look over at the checkered table, clearly some sort of game board I’ve never seen before, and raise my eyebrows. “It looks like it.”

“You might even find you enjoy it,” I say, before walking off to tinker.

I wander around the ship for a bit, and even start to unpack some of my clothing in my room, but I change my mind and go to find Han, sitting quietly as I watch him work.

I’m not used to being watched, but her interest is kind of nice, and I turn around to look at her.

“Sorry,” I smile softly at him, my head resting in my hand. “Am I bothering you?”

“I don’t mind,” I say, and I look at her for a long moment, pondering how pretty she looks, before turning back.

“Good,” I say, setting in to watch him work for a while longer.

“Are you trying to learn or something?” I say without looking up.

“Maybe,” I say with a half shrug, knowing he won’t see the movement. “Or maybe I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Not a fan of solitude?” I ask.

“Definitely not,” I confirm, leaning forward. “You can teach me something, if you want.”

“As you wish,” I say, before showing her some basic engineering moves.

I do what he shows me, getting my hands dirty for what feels like the first time in years, and it’s fun, learning something new.

“You’re a natural,” I tell her with a hint of a smile.

“I have a good teacher,” I smile, blushing.

At that, I feel my own cheeks redden for the first time since I was a teenager, and I turn back to the task at hand until we’re finished.

He blushes, too, and it’s absolutely adorable, and I find myself already incredibly fond of him and intrigued in a way I absolutely never have been with Isolder.