Her gaze drops momentarily to the unraveling braid in his hands. She should ask what he's doing, tell him to stop. But perhaps it's time she stopped batting his hands away. They've come this far, haven't they?

Leia turns back around, silently granting him permission to continue.

"You made a good choice," she says, bowing her head slightly to give him better access to the plaits that press right up against her nape. "Not with the spice, but choosing to land on Alderaan."