"Well, I'd better get back to work."

The princess's smile falters slightly, but she keeps her brave face. "Good idea," she says. "I should do the same."

You turn, feeling awkward at turning Leia down, and leave the Command Center to amble down the corridor with little purpose. You suppose you could catch up with Wedge and the Rogues, or see if the droids are keeping themselves out of trouble—

"Luke!" Leia calls from behind you, and you turn to find the princess hurrying down the corridor after you.

"I thought you had work to do?" you ask, confused.

"It can wait," the Alderaanian beauty smiles. "There are more important things than running a rebellion... like catching up with very dear friends." She clasps her gloved hand to your upper arm in a friendly manner, but there is a need in her eyes that suggests something more complicated. "You must be cold from your patrol," she says in a concerned tone.

"Oh, I'm fine. I like to keep plenty of layers on me," you explain.

The princess's eyes glint. "Or maybe just one," she murmurs, and slides her hand down your arm to cinch around your wrist. "Where would you like to go?"