[She looks up at Leia, letting herself be proud of the older woman for a moment in the same way she would if her boys came rolling in, talking about taking down a Drac. It's a familiar kind of pride, fond and warm. She doesn't balk at the kiss, though it's familiar too. Familiar enough to make her heart ache a little, enough that for a foolish moment she wants to cling.
But she doesn't, she just smiles a fearless smile and steps away.]
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But she doesn't, she just smiles a fearless smile and steps away.]
Stay shiny, Leia.