[Leia's not sure she'd want to explain anyway. It's one more thing he's shut out of--first Ben refuses to treat him with even a modicum of civility, and then they're communicating somewhere Han can never know. Every time they run across him, their son seems more and more her son. As difficult as the thought is, she's not sure there's anything she can do about it.
At least Han's hand on her arm brings with it a sort of steadiness of its own--the kind she can accept silently, easily.]
If it comes to that. [Hopefully it won't. Ben distrusts them enough already as it is.] We need to--
[She can hear some kind of scuffle up ahead, but whoever's fighting whom, they're around another corner. Cutting herself off, she gives Han a significant glance--maybe this is him--and hurries on light feet towards the sound.]
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At least Han's hand on her arm brings with it a sort of steadiness of its own--the kind she can accept silently, easily.]
If it comes to that. [Hopefully it won't. Ben distrusts them enough already as it is.] We need to--
[She can hear some kind of scuffle up ahead, but whoever's fighting whom, they're around another corner. Cutting herself off, she gives Han a significant glance--maybe this is him--and hurries on light feet towards the sound.]