"You talk about them like you know them." She commented passingly, Solo's background had been everything mystery to her but she'd never pried because they needed him. That statement told her he was far more familiar with it than she might have guessed.

"You're saying remember what's worth fighting for?" He wasn't the first to tell her that, or to say that she had let herself be so drawn up into the rebellion that she was no longer a woman. There were those who would even call her uptight, though not to her face. And they were probably right, she had become the face of a movement and given her life over to it. It was what she thought of when she made decisions, her wants and needs were secondary considerations.

"I should follow my feelings." She nodded and looked past him a moment, pondering leaving perhaps, or changing topic? When her gaze returned it was fixed on him and she'd resolved something, her eyes had a steady determined look to them. Her hands moved from her thighs and curled into the front of his jacket. Leia leaned in and pulled him forward at the same time for a kiss. Nothing timid or experimental about it. She'd decided she was going to do something she wanted to do, and this was it.