[ Padme pauses, and then signals for another drink. Leia is a woman grown, and even if Padme is right (she is, feels that tug of familiarity too acutely) she may not wish to be told the truth. Not even here in this foreign place.

Bail had seen fit never to tell Leia of Padme beyond that they had once been colleagues. Perhaps that was for the best. Perhaps there were good reasons. Perhaps the truth carried with it the possibility for harm. Emotionally, physically, any other amount of ways.

Her daughter. She turns to look instead at the drink she is being handed, takes an overly long swallow of it in an attempt to hide the tears that are trying to sting her eyes.

Bail was clever, he had known what he was doing. But surely, in this far off place, there could be no danger in it? Or is that wishful thinking on her part, desperation to grasp that which had been taken from her. When she finally speaks her voice is not entirely steady. ]

The Fall of the Jedi just told me how far in my future you are. I was surprised that you must have been born at a time I know Breha was not pregnant. [ It is a truth, of a kind. ] I know she always dreamed of a daughter. I'm glad you and they were brought together.