Lifting his hands to her face, Ben smiled.

One of the benefits of her influence happened to be that he'd given his life for her own, a fact which he didn't feel compelled to remind her. He would do the same, ten times over, but it never would've happened if she hadn't shown him the same compassion on the ruins of the Death Star.

"So do I," he admitted, leaning up to press a kiss to her brow.