Drawing them back into the water, Leia’s hold able to relax a little, given the sand was in reach of her feet if she wanted it. Still that didn’t stop her settling comfortably against him in the lulling motion of the water.
Not only could Leia imagine it, she had seen him fight, not an image she’d liked. But she accepted the necessity at the time. His refusal to retreat, wasn't meant as an insult. “Hence- no retreat? Sounds about right with you.” She understood, or so she thought. The way he fought, the form he had mastered didn’t allow for it, if that was the point he was trying to make? “There’s so much more to lightsaber combat that I ever realised. More than just waving around a laser-sword-.” She teased, a faint smirk on her lips. No, her knowledge wasn’t that rudimentary; a jest, she’d never once imagined any disorganised waving going on, of what was such an old, refined weapon.
Even so, being ignorant to the true art of it in a manner of speaking be it Jedi or Sith wasn’t so surprising after the near extinction of the Jedi and their ways, added to the fact the the stories Leia craved as a child were never told by someone who knew the finer points, and mostly about battles during the Clone Wars.
“But Siri’s teaching me a thing or two- gradually.” Leia certainly worked hard, but she wouldn’t ever be anywhere near the fluid, and to the untrained eye seamless motion of one who’d been trained since their youth. She could only imagine how much of a fumble she must look, in comparison to those so refined in the art of their weapon.