Han had an absurd need to laugh. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair and grinning. He was reminded of Leia crying on his shoulder a couple nights past; he knew it had to do with Luke but he still didn't know all the details. It amused the he'll out of him that his daughter likely did by this point. What a world he had fallen in to.
"I promise, kid. I won't go anywhere. Maybe your... mother will be here soon, and Chewie and Luke. You'll see, it'll be ok." Strangely, he wasn't worried anymore either. He knew he should be, but I he was honest this was a place where he was far less likely to die in a dog fight or shoot out than he could remember being at in years.
He wanted to ask if he was a good dad, but it was too soon. Han promised he would be now.