You know Nomo deck. You were--but clearly she doesn't and wasn't, not as far as she seems to know. After a few weeks gone from the ship, perhaps memory of it disappeared. The Ingresses are so tricky and unpredictable that it doesn't seem unlikely.
(What that means for the rest of them--for Luke, now gone, for her own knowledge of Ben Solo and the future awaiting Han--she's not sure. And she can't afford to think of it now, if she wants to have a conversation with someone else.)
Leia draws up a smile in hopes of covering that stricken feeling--my mother has returned--and nods. She's not so ungraceful herself today: in a long white gown, with her thick hair braided in loops at the back of her head, she fits the title princess as well as ever.]
Nomo is one of the barracks decks. I can take you there.
after
[A title breathed out in a tiny, breathless whisper before Padmé turns to her. The sight of her grounds Leia, despite the knowledge that she's looking at the woman who loved the man who became Darth Vader. Slightly taller than Leia herself, with the same dark hair and eyes, as well as a grace to her movements that seems inborn despite her uncertainty.
You know Nomo deck. You were--but clearly she doesn't and wasn't, not as far as she seems to know. After a few weeks gone from the ship, perhaps memory of it disappeared. The Ingresses are so tricky and unpredictable that it doesn't seem unlikely.
(What that means for the rest of them--for Luke, now gone, for her own knowledge of Ben Solo and the future awaiting Han--she's not sure. And she can't afford to think of it now, if she wants to have a conversation with someone else.)
Leia draws up a smile in hopes of covering that stricken feeling--my mother has returned--and nods. She's not so ungraceful herself today: in a long white gown, with her thick hair braided in loops at the back of her head, she fits the title princess as well as ever.]
Nomo is one of the barracks decks. I can take you there.