"...Sorry."

She shrugs and then sighs again. (It feels more honest, though.)

"It's... I know you're the Imperial Princess. There'll be topics that are... Awkward, no matter what."

((Leia doesn't entirely succeed at suppressing the for now that echoes loudly through her soul.))

"I do like you. As a person. Separate from- everything else."

Awwwww.

"I like you, too." And, softly, "As a person, separate from everything else."

((...That's true. (Leia doesn't really want it to be entirely true, but it is.)))

Oh cool. Maybe her entire life isn't over after all.

She smiles.

Then: "Being honest with you sounds - pleasant." There's something very open, very briefly, in her face and posture that says, 'If we lived in a galaxy where it was safe,' before she closes off again.

"Then I'll show you my heart later, and- you can reciprocate if you feel like it."

"We'll see what fits the mood."

"Okay."

She takes Dalia's hand and squeezes it.

"So, unpacking?"

Unpacking.

Turns out Dalia brought as many as several lacy underthings. Enough for both of them to wear some at the same time. She does know Leia's sizes, after all.

She's successfully gotten them back to things being awkward because of how much Leia's blushing, if nothing else.

That's a much better flavor of awkward. In Dalia's opinion.

In Leia's too. (Even if she plays at indifference or haughtiness.)

And Leia's father lets them know dinner is ready shortly after. 

Great.

Dalia is a perfectly polite houseguest, asking conversational but not prying questions of Bail.

He's a perfectly polite host! He's very good at the rhythm of this sort of thing, keeping the conversation flowing without touching on anything sensitive or any opinions about significant matters.

Leia's in perfect tune with him, there.

(It'd probably have been less obvious how scripted this all feels before Leia and Dalia's conversation earlier.)

It's still a fine conversation. Dalia can deal.

And after the girls can retreat back to Leia's room.

She doesn't relax right away.

But she does take out some equipment from under her bed and start checking for bugs.

"Do you have anything on you you want to keep in the room?" she asks, idly, with a gesture to her scanner that makes it clear she means listening devices and the like.

"Only my brain," she chirps.

She giggles.

Then: "Mind if I scan you?"

She poses with a hand on her hip.

"Go right ahead, Princess."

She runs the wand very carefully over Dalia, then: "You're clean."

"Clean in body, dirty in mind."