It may not be helping, but it's helping her to forget her turmoil, if only for a moment. Like she does in a fight, Leia wants nothing more than to throw herself into the heat of the moment. When he draws back, she sorely tempted to reach for his shoulders and drag him deeper into the cabin, to whisper 'make me forget' as the backs of her knees hit the edge of the cot.

But she doesn't. The hum of Force-sensitive minds looming in the Temple warns her against it, and she bristles in response to both that constant reminder and Han's question.

"No." Clipped, gaze narrowed. "No, I really don't."