And I remember you larger. [It's one of the most precious things she has, that memory: less of the particular time and place, more of Padmé's warmth and goodness. And, of course, the sorrow that threaded through her like the veins of a leaf. Luke had suggested once that it was an impression born of the Force, and if that's the case, it's the finest legacy the Force has ever given her.

But it's nothing compared to seeing the woman before her once more, after believing their opportunity to know each other ended weeks ago. Tears prick at the corners of Leia's eyes, but she presses them back with long practice. There are certain things she doesn't do in public if she can possibly avoid it, and weeping openly is one of them.]

I always dreamed of speaking with you. I still can't believe it's possible. [Her own smile grows a little wry.] But here we are. You must have so many questions--did you just arrive?