Those other things are exactly what she wants him to do with his mouth, and she pushes away from him with a hand planted firmly on his chest when he kisses her forehead. Just her forehead. Anakin tried to offer her tenderness while attempting to retract his statement, and now Han was trying to placate her with much the same. She was not a child that needed to be held and comforted. She wanted--

Leia drops down onto the edge of the cot, making a valiant effort not to cross her arms and glare at him. Instead, she turns her gaze away from him and stares hard at the wall.