[ elena's touched, and leia's grateful. as much as leia hated having to play living dress up doll for her father's sisters when she was a child, the sudden loss of alderaan had made her miss a lot of things that she had previously taken for granted. things like the vast wardrobe that filled several closets of both formal wear and things she could holster a blaster to alike. it's nice, dressing up again. if only for one night, and for something other than talking politics or negotiating deals between the alliance and weary, supportive worlds. ]