It was his words that her drinking company was, in fact a soldier, that brought a smile more genuine, even if there was a sadness to it. "Wouldn't be a first." Leia said softly, many a time she'd sat in their company, drank with them. Thought, not to the excess she was completely willing to go to this evening. After he tapped her glass, she eventually threw it back too, nose wrinkling as she swallowed. Though, the after-affect had a pleasantness to it.
Nyx was good company, and she could tell he was in the throws of accepting what had affected so many here. He proposed a toast to those gone. "Some of them, at least." She agreed, thinking of the last toast like this she had made back home; the last major battle she’d fought at been Endor, and thought it was a celebration that followed, they’d raised a glass to those lost. It was part such loss and uncertainty, and definitely part the affects of said toast that made marriage, however spontaneous not something to be idled on. The Princess emptied her glass again and nearly coughed, suppressing it as her throat burned through to a warm sort of buzz.
Leia sat up a little straighter, she'd faced the assembly after the victory over the Death Star and addressed them with poise and composure of the future that lay ahead for the galaxy, her words on Alderaan brief, but in reflection. She was called an ice princess for that, and worse thereafter - she had treated all the losses she'd been hit by with a stoic, forge ahead type attitude, their deaths would not have been in vain and it was a reason not to give in. Many thought her cold for it, but it was her way of coping.
And that didn’t exist here- at least, not to the same extent. There was only so much time that could be devoted to emptying a room, or visiting through the doors, or pretending as though it didn’t really matter.
"Thank you." She offered to the commiserations as her eyes turned to Nyx again, stopping herself from telling him she hadn’t really come here for conversation, which would hopefully end it. "For your words- and, I’m sorry, for what you've lost too."
That could end where this conversation might lead to. Part of her wanted it to.
"But- it feels different in this world. To loose them, don't you think?"