Han doesn't miss that she hasn't told him to stop messing with her hair. It's a first, but he still pauses a few seconds before moving onto another plait dislodged from its place by what he's already done.

He nods, a new braid between his fingers. "Yeah. Soon as we landed they took Muuurgh to a medical center and got him fixed up. Probably the warmest welcome I ever got from strangers. There was even--" and he stops for a moment, running his fingers down to the loose ends of her hair, "During docking there was a video message. From the Viceory and his daughter."