"I'm glad," he told her truthfully. "I wouldn't want all of this to be more difficult for you than necessary. Especially not... with everything you've gone through. I..."
He trailed off. Her future death, to come so soon once he went back, was still a difficult thing to come to terms with. He'd go back, and then she'd... be gone. Just... snuffed out, like a candle. Her warm presence in the Force would leave a cold hole in its place. And so soon. So soon.
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't do for me to presume to know what you're going through at all."