It’s a bit of a strange thing, having someone there to care for her like this. She had to do it for herself for so long, but now she doesn’t. Now there is always someone there for her. It’s wonderful.

She watches as Ben cleans her hands, and then turns her head to look at him when he speaks. Her expression softens and she rests her chin on her arm for a moment before lifting her head again to nudge the tip of nose against the bridge of his.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I could have asked you,” she says quietly, biting briefly at her bottom lip. “You really want to live with me?”

She’s never lived with anyone before. Even during her time on the base with Leia, she had her own chambers.