[Leia would be lying if she said she believed this whole crystal cure nonsense. Largely because, well, she's still convinced nothing is wrong, and that perhaps everyone here is just from different universes that seem similar on the surface. That's what the case was with Ben, according to him, so it stood to reason that perhaps Han is from another one of those, where she's from Alderaan instead of Luke.
But after having that crystal around--albeit reluctantly--everything becomes a jumble of memories, real and false, all eventually settling into place. Han was, of course, correct, and correctly concerned about her and this dream dust allergy. The mechanics of however that must have happened are something she doesn't get, but that doesn't matter as much, if this cure works now. Instead, it's what she was utterly convinced was true that weighs on her mind more than how it must have happened.
She knows he's watching her, even as she pretends to be asleep, and when she feels the mattress shift as he inches closer, Leia opens an eye and reaches out, grabbing hold of his hand.]
I'm sorry, Han. I can't make any excuses for how I behaved this past week, but I'm sorry.
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But after having that crystal around--albeit reluctantly--everything becomes a jumble of memories, real and false, all eventually settling into place. Han was, of course, correct, and correctly concerned about her and this dream dust allergy. The mechanics of however that must have happened are something she doesn't get, but that doesn't matter as much, if this cure works now. Instead, it's what she was utterly convinced was true that weighs on her mind more than how it must have happened.
She knows he's watching her, even as she pretends to be asleep, and when she feels the mattress shift as he inches closer, Leia opens an eye and reaches out, grabbing hold of his hand.]
I'm sorry, Han. I can't make any excuses for how I behaved this past week, but I'm sorry.