Oh, Leia was definitely shaking her head at Luke internally. He had gone straight to the emperor and had expected to walk out unscathed? Was he that idiotic? Yes, she understood that he believed their father to still have good in him and apparently he had as he had saved Luke, but what if that plan hadn't worked out? It was luck that Luke was still alive and that was all there was to it. Just like it was luck he had survived his encounter with Vader when he lost his hand in his attempt to save her and Han. True that had been a point of realizing there was more to them than met the eye, that there was more to her as she had no memory of the energy ball she'd thrown when she was one year old, but still. Reckless.
But as he answered her question, the brunette young woman gave a small nod.
"That's good to hear. I'm sure you will be able to soon."
And she was. She knew he'd be fine. He had to be. She worried of course, but that was to be expected. In the end though, he'd be fine and they could help with this war against the devil. Find a way to help when no one really wished to have any sort of uniformity.