[Leia's words are what she needs to hear, even repeated, as difficult as it is to reconcile them. It could very well have been that her husband was trying to manipulate her into letting it be her call to let him back into her good graces, knowing how she labored under that guilt, an aspect she could barely bring herself to consider.

That low burn headache aside, the smile remains.]

Oh, I think it matters more that I not accidentally pull down a roof when there are others standing underneath it... [Tone a little too bright, in her bid to attempt to lighten the mood, as much as it reflects that she's still thinking about others more as much as she wants to resolve her inner turbulence, whether or not the result is in her best interest. She honestly doesn't know what that is at this point.] We'll see when the time comes.