"Hm," he murmured, and with only a slight push, he could see her, in that moment. The softer, roundness of her young face, twisted into an angry grimace of pain, frustrated by the inconvenience. Smiling faintly, he let her see a brief moment of his own childhood, slicing his knuckle as he worked on the control panels of an old X-wing ship.

"We're all foolish as children, I suppose," he murmured, smiling against the flat of her belly.