"Congratulations," Jaina remarked, although it was more of an absent-minded sounding reply. Already she was smiling and adding, "Uncle Luke is the definition of hope."
Her gaze went back to the window, her expression clouded for a moment. "I haven't eaten, or drank, anything strange. I haven't come in contact to the best of my knowledge with anything that could explain this sudden... compulsion of truth-telling." Her brown eyes were shining with frustration when she looked back to Anakin.
"I know I can't tell my father about Chewie. Or my brother. Or the Council's Orders that I destroy my twin. I know it would destroy him. Yet if he asked, I'd have no choice but to tell him. I just can't seem to help myself." She shook her head and sighed, looking around.
"So. Is the mother-to-be here?" she questioned curiously as she looked back to Anakin, a strained sort of smile upon her face.