She pauses. "...Training. Siege breaking. Those're the two big things I do that don't pass off well, and - training people's more tiring, I really don't have a problem showing up to sieges. It's - all the stuff in between."

"Our world happens to have recently turned from war to peace, leaving us with an excess of drill instructors. Less so officers, but - I could fairly easily find you ten seasoned leaders."

Quietly: "...That'd replace me, yeah. Especially with the food aid Leia wants to send..."

Small smile. "Diplomacy is an overlooked part of war, I've found."

Luc' hugs Wyld.

She snuggles into her girlfriend. 

"...There's still a - fire burning in my skin. To act. To do something."

Deep breath.

"But - this's helping. Lots." She turns her head to kiss Luc's cheek. "I'll take a break from - being their leader," she says, voice soft. "Promise. Ling and Jubilee can fight over the paperwork."

"Who gets to not do it?" she teases.

"Exactly. Jubilee'll probably just pretend to be illiterate again..."

"Ling will organize the bureaucracy to point people at her anyway."

"She'll convince every single bureaucrat to repent of their wicked ways."

"And then get stuck with all the work because there's no one left to delegate to."

"We might come back to an anarchist friendship commune."

"Is that better or worse than a militant religious dictatorship, I've lost track."

"I dunno; it sounds pretty neat to me."

Nudge. "So really, you've got nothing to lose here."

She leans her head on Luc's shoulder, happy. "Yeah." And then she grins adoringly at her girlfriend. Then, addressed to pretty much everyone: "Thanks. A lot."

"You are quite welcome, of course."

"We definitely lucked out on excellent alts."

(Her tone's only a little flirty.)

Occlus smiles placidly at her.

"I'm quite fond of the one I possess."

She nuzzles Luc'. "So am I."

She glances back over at their alts, gaze catching only briefly on Ani's collar. (She exchanges raised eyebrows with Ani, then - something in her posture and expression relaxes. She's still friendly, but the hunger's gone out of her gaze, replaced with something soft and understanding.)

"...What's peace - like?"

"It is what you make of it. In all senses."

She stops making 'this is my Mistress' expressions at Wyld, instead smiling and tilting her head against Occlus's shoulder. "It was strange for me, for a very long time. It didn't feel real, at first..."

"We'll have to make something good of it, then," she says, squeezing Luc's hands. "...What're kids like?"

" - I didn't actually get to raise Luke and Leia."

"...Oh. I'm sorry."