After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Leia says, "You're the first person I've let see me with my hair down."

Nevermind unbrushed. Her royal sensibilities were screaming at her to find one and see to the tangled mess it was threatening to become, but she couldn't quite bring herself to move from the warm, relative safety of her--

"Han," her fingers touch the backs of his wrists. "What are we doing?"