"Of course, dear."

She stands up, still holding your hand, and leads you back to the sleeping habitat. She sits down on one of the bunks, and you sit next to her. Your hand tingles in hers, this beautiful woman, sad, needing comfort... it stirs something in you that you didn't expect. Even with her odd request, you found it difficult to leave her.

"I just... you are so strong, and you seem to know what you're doing at all times, how do you do it?"

"Oh, I definitely don't," you respond, "I just take it one day at a time. For instance, up until yesterday, I was working for a crime lord. Now... I don't even know what I'm doing now."

"You're really brave, you should work with us," She leans her head on your shoulder. After a moment of silence, she strikes up the conversation again and you two chat about all sorts of things, from your experience traveling on spaceships and what makes you motion sick, to your hatred of space rations, to her experience as royalty on Alderaan. She suddenly stops talking, and you realize she's completely fallen asleep. During the conversation she was constantly sinking from your shoulder to your lap.