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“I will,” I say, locking my eyes on hers. A sky filled with stars, and all I was focused on was her.

I exhale with relief, tucking myself against him and pressing my nose against his neck. “I’ll never forget what you’re doing for me, Han.”

“Just try to focus on feeling better, okay?” I say, stroking her hair and wondering what the prince would think if he could see us now.

I want to kiss him, but I know that would be a terrible idea in this particular moment, so I settle for tilting my head up and letting my lips brush his throat softly.

I nearly keel over from the shock of a princess’s lips against my skin, but instead just lean into her, stroking her hair, telling her she’s safe.

I recover from my miscarriage as well as I possibly could, Han’s support helping more than anything else possibly could. I’ve crept into his cabin more nights than not, and he never fails to accept me willingly, but he also never pressures me if I keep to myself. Last night I’d slept on my own, falling asleep while he was still on night watch, and I wake up, frowning and cold, going to find him.

I won’t admit it, but I’m burning up; a cold sweat running down my face to my chest to the point I have to take off my shirt.

He’s not prowling around the ship like he normally is, and so I go to his cabin, knocking first but then walking in, my new custom. “Han?”

“Leia,” I say, though really it comes out like a moan. “Go back to sleep.”

“I want to sleep in here,” I say stubbornly, trying to figure out what’s going on with him as I step closer.

“I’m all sweaty,” I warn her, though it’s hardly a refusal.

“Sounds promising,” I tease, heading over to him and staring at his bare chest for a long moment before snapping back to reality.

“What is it? Do I have a rash?” I ask, clueless, feverish.

“No, I was just…looking,” I say before I can think of a better way to word things. I do really look at him then, though, and frown, resting my hand on his forehead. “You are very sweaty.”

“But it’s so cold,” I say, and my teeth chatter.

“Oh, Han, you’re burning up,” I murmur, cupping his cheek for a moment before I turn and pull the blankets up to his chin.

I shake and shake and shake, leaning into her touch. “Thank you.”

“Sshhh, you don’t need to thank me,” I murmur, stroking his sweaty hair back. “Do you think you can eat anything or should we stick with liquids for now?”

“No, nothing,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t want anything. Just, stay.”

“I’ll stay,” I promise him, slipping under the covers and into my usual spot in his bunk. “I’m here.”

“Thank you,” I say, shaking a little less with the warmth of her at my side.

“Just rest,” I say softly, nuzzling his temple gently. “It’s my turn to take care of you now.”

“I don’t know how to let someone take care of me.”

“Chewie flies the ship, and you lay here and rest while I hold you.”

“Not used to being held,” I say softly, closing my eyes.