And no response. Well, it wasn't as if that was a first, but it was still upsetting. She felt powerless and she hated feeling powerless. She hated not being able to do anything. If this kept up, Leia was going to make herself sick with worry. It was known to happen. Stress made the immune system weaken and then disease could take hold. It wasn't something Leia really wanted to deal with, but she couldn't stop the fact that she was worried and it wasn't just about to be turned off to keep her from getting sick. She didn't want to be able to turn off her emotions, she didn't want to lose part of herself for fear it could lead to the Dark Side. She knew negative emotions did that, but what about turning off emotions completely? No. Better to deal with getting sick from worry than that.
It wasn't hard to find Anakin, not that Leia liked the state he was in. The grief was overwhelming, hitting her as if a brutal attack. It made it hard to breathe but she had to be strong. It was all she knew, really. She was a Senator. A leader. And apparently a mother though that was still not something she was sure she understood. Perhaps she never would. But she had to try.
Moving to the bed, Leia sat down, the bag of food in her hand.