Han had said that too, that sometimes people here knew things from the future or the past or even alternate dimensions. So that wasn’t a surprise, but the touch was. It was light, undemanding but rough. Most men who have laid a hand on her either did so in courting or torture, there had been very little in between. This was, warm, and kind. It felt somehow strong and yet gentle. If he didn’t look so much like Han or hadn’t said as much she wouldn’t have ever thought they could remotely be the same person.

“I think I understand.” He was being kind to her, which likely meant he knew something about her relative future, and if he’d rather not say then perhaps she’d rather not know. Knowing too much can make you change your mind, rethink decisions. She might not take a change she would have otherwise, she’d given her word to her father and failed in that. Leia wouldn’t let that fear change her decisions now.

“So you still fly? I’m not sure the man I know would ever willingly give it up. I think he loves that ship more than anything in the universe.” In fact she wouldn’t be surprised if he spoke that his ship.