Leia awoke to the faint sound of approaching footsteps, accompanied by gently whispered voices. Voices she knew. She blinked away the sleep from her eyes, then rolled over to face her sons. They looked surprised to see her alert. She was surprised to see them at all. Hadn’t it been less than twenty-four hours ago they had all left her like trash in a gutter? Anakin, her little Anakin, spoke first. His manner was timid and unsure, but he managed a smile. “Hey, Mom. Feeling any better?” “So,” Jacen glanced at his brother and then back at Leia, “Uncle Luke told us about his talk with you.” * * *