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[organa]

It's been a long time since Leia's been this inconsolable. Things don't usually get to her – not visibly, anyway – but she's rattled to the core when she bursts into the Twilight's cockpit with a dramatic sort of flare that she can't help in this moment. She managed to keep her emotions steady and under control on the way over here, but the dam that was holding them back has now burst. Leia's furious, and wounds that were never fully on the mend feel like they've been ripped open all over again.

Most of all, she's hurt. Anakin's words stung, and she's mortified he would even imply such a thing.

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[morally_cryptic]

"I almost want to try sending Master Vokara Che a pastry now and see what happens. I'll tell her it's from you."

That, at least, prompts a grin.

[velocities]

"Go ahead," and Han sits back, one elbow over the back of the bench.

"Not like she knows who I am anyhow, and if you're the one delivering..." He trails off into a vague gesture that implies it'll be Anakin's weird Jedi punishment to bear, not his. From what Luke has told him, it'll involve a lot of standing on his head in a swamp.

[morally_cryptic]

Someone should sometime tell Anakin about the swamp thing. He'll likely get a kick out of it.

"Oh, I was going to introduce you at the same time," he says, all too innocently. "If we're going to let her in on our little secret, after all."