Luke was offworld at the moment, incapable of offending or comforting her. Not to add insult to the injury she knew Han already felt (his jealousy towards Luke had simmered, but also shifted towards being envious of their bond and the unspoken things that passed effortlessly between them), but were her brother on Coruscant, she would have ran to him first. It was a family matter, after all, though she was at a loss for what Luke would say.
Their experiences, after all, were vastly different. Leia had a father, whereas Luke grew up with an uncle and (false) tales of a dad who died before he was born.
She could feel him, distantly, questioning her emotional turbulence. All she could bring herself to do as she allowed Han to guide her was assure him that she'd be fine, and Han was with her. That seemed to satisfy him.
"It's nothing," she lies, and the words are almost automatic, flying out of her mouth like controls locked in autopilot.
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Date: 2015-12-19 06:18 am (UTC)Their experiences, after all, were vastly different. Leia had a father, whereas Luke grew up with an uncle and (false) tales of a dad who died before he was born.
She could feel him, distantly, questioning her emotional turbulence. All she could bring herself to do as she allowed Han to guide her was assure him that she'd be fine, and Han was with her. That seemed to satisfy him.
"It's nothing," she lies, and the words are almost automatic, flying out of her mouth like controls locked in autopilot.