This is no way to treat a shirt, even one as weathered as the ones that come out of Han's wardrobe. But Leia knows a hint when she sees one, even when it's ungentlemanly, and she takes the cloth from him. A dainty swipe or two at her palm, and then at him, as neatly as if it were a napkin and a spot of food at a banquet.
These are the reasons one practices manners in the first place, after all.
Leia laughs at his answer, the first bit of self-consciousness in a while coming over her. She is relaxed, as long as she doesn't think about the fact that there's still technically a chance that she could become pregnant. (They might have to plumb the depths of Han's non-penetrative knowledge. She doesn't want to give up this new distraction after so many long days--but taking too many risks in this arena seems like playing with fire.) And it says something about just how tense she must seem sometimes, if it's that obvious.
"That's because I am." She smiles up at him, tucking her feet beneath her. And though it seems like a paltry answer as it comes out of her mouth, she adds, "It was nice."
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These are the reasons one practices manners in the first place, after all.
Leia laughs at his answer, the first bit of self-consciousness in a while coming over her. She is relaxed, as long as she doesn't think about the fact that there's still technically a chance that she could become pregnant. (They might have to plumb the depths of Han's non-penetrative knowledge. She doesn't want to give up this new distraction after so many long days--but taking too many risks in this arena seems like playing with fire.) And it says something about just how tense she must seem sometimes, if it's that obvious.
"That's because I am." She smiles up at him, tucking her feet beneath her. And though it seems like a paltry answer as it comes out of her mouth, she adds, "It was nice."