Daughter. Daughter? They had children? She had children? She couldn't have children. She'd decided that, in light of what she'd learned on Endor. Of course she wanted them, had wanted them, might even have wanted them with Han someday, it was expected of her as a member of the royal family of Alderaan, but she wouldn't take the risk. And besides, it wasn't possible. Was it? "But...we haven't even..." Leia struggled to get words past the clamor in her head. Her hand had tightened around his to a degree that must be painful, but she didn't notice, just stood in the middle of the sidewalk with the blood drained from her face. "I'm sure I'd remember."