Leia hadn't really thought so much about who her mother might have been. She'd only been consumed by the hurt, and the pain that had wrenched her to know she was of Vader's blood. For Obi-Wan to say he had a wife? It almost seemed ..impossible, words like wife. Marriage. Emotional attachment. They’re not things one would relate to ..a monster.
But she held it back for saying anything more. If Anakin Skywalker really was a human being, something more than Vader, the pure evil she knew, he had, in a way died that day. That's how Luke had put it, why the older Ben Kenobi had kept it from him. Luke- too, should she talk to him about that? For now, she simply took in what Obi-Wan had to say. Perhaps that would be Luke's story to tell, should he ever appear here. If not- perhaps it would just be for another time.
"I couldn't have asked to feel more loved with my parents." She assured, smiling wanly, and though part of her determinedly wanted only to be seen for the things that Bail and Breha Organa had instilled in her, the warmth that he had for Padme, the love and despair for her fate told Leia perhaps there was something in her heritage she needn't try to cast aside.
"Thank you." Her father had taught her to stand up for what was right, but perhaps she couldn’t deny some of it came from genetics - and perhaps she wanted to comfort his grief, in some small way that she could. She reached out again to take his hand across the table.
"You said she was a Senator, too? She must have cared very much for the fate of our galaxy to have kept in your company- and to have trusted my father so greatly." She almost pushed herself to seem curious here.