Leia closed her eyes, as if the quickest answer to Han's question might be painted on the inside of her lids. Strangely enough, it was.
"Bad dream," she said, her face buried in his chest. He was the only one who could make her feel delicate, tiny. She sighed. It wasn't a real sigh, but it sounded like one, even to her ears--and she already knew she was full of it. "Thinking about people breaking in. I was up all night."
The lie came too easily. She told herself it wasn't really a lie, because the truth was still a mystery. And she had been up all night, although very different things had been on her mind.