She didn't look at Luke as she spoke, remembering Leia and trying to ignore how tired she'd seemed after Han had died, how much older and more frail and how much less light there had been in her eyes. Was that what happened to people when they grew to care about others? Was that why Luke had chosen to hide himself away? Because it was better never to feel that spark of hope again than it was to risk it burning you?

When Luke replied, though, she looked at him, and she could feel a small smile creeping onto her face despite where her thoughts had just been. "Well, that's where he got it from. The garbage chute bit. Han had forced someone into a trash compactor when he and Finn had come to rescue me not too long ago."

Shortly before Han was mercilessly killed in front of us, her brain cheerily reminded her, but she bit down on her tongue and reached out for a few of the eggs in Luke's hands to ease his load.

"You first met her during a rescue op?" She'd known that the pair of them hadn't been raised together, but somehow, it had just never clicked that they might have met through pure chance at some point down the line. Unless, of course, Luke had known his sister was the princess before this had happened and had opted to go save her from danger.