Really the thing about a lightsaber, and she had used one, briefly before coming here was that she was pretty sure it was dangerous even to the entirely unskilled - yes it probably meant that you were equally at threat, welding something that could burn through just about anything, but even swinging it around, as disgraceful to one with perfect from would see it, with no art to it at all would still be a weapon.
“Yes. I’ve found that-” Leia nodded along with her words, he had a way, and a persistence too about him, not in a bad way, entirely of course. Unless it was some sort of willfulness to follow his annoyance with other residents that didn’t particularly deserve it. Sometimes, sometimes she supposed they did. “Perhaps it’s just as well sometimes-” Or Leia may have well felt increasingly more isolated.
His words made her laugh softly, his expression too - it wasn’t just the near blurting of words in a stumble, as sweet and - rather adorable as it was, but she also appreciated his words. “Me too-” She confessed, finding moments like these only pushed her that bit closer to casing doubts aside, fears if she was doing what was right by herself, and by Galen too. “Well, there’s still plenty of day left.” She assured, taking a moment to tuck herself against his chest, nestling in the crook of his neck, with a deep sigh. “And there doors will always be here, if we need to get out of Starklandia.” Her expression creased. “I still wouldn’t mind if there were something permanent, somewhere that- had more purpose to it.” As nice, and community based as everyone was, there was only so much to fetching supplies and participating in social gatherings.