"Honestly, I'm great." Galen retorted as if it were fact, and flinched the slightest to her jabs at his stomach. Honestly, he was trying his best to reassure her but mostly acknowledge her feelings. Jedi, Sith, it didn't matter. When you acknowledged the feelings, you were allowed to do more with those feelings than not. Of course, both sides did much different things than the other regarding the feelings at hand so maybe it was a moot point. "The question is, what is it you want to build?" Of course, she wanted that, Galen was happy just sticking to his training and living the days not almost dying regularly.
"Well, it just means we will have to more often, escape through the doors you and I. To find our own adventure, and in turn we will do something for the town." Galen commented. "Regardless if it's useful supplies, or just bringing back flaky pastries for the town." Thinking thoughtfully, he added. "Plus, it will allow me to do more too, considering I don't do a whole lot for the whole population." Which this would allow him to change some of that. Possibly through that, he'd feel more of a connection to the people in town, and not want to kill them as often.
But with the water rocking Leia against him, and his hands on her hips, and her questioning him - Starkiller just couldn't come to say anything. It was far too embarrassing. Wait? Embarrassing?! Worst Sith ever. "Nothing." He shrugged quickly. "I'm just talking to hear myself talk..." He tried to play it off and not to think of how close they were in the immediate and not focus on the intimate thoughts he was having.