Leia flew awake with a jerk, her eyes wild and hair matted to her head with sweat. She gasped into the night, shivering and struggling for breath. Her hands clutched the sheets like claws, on the verge of tearing them. The Force was singing inside her head, bright and open and loud. Something was about to break, she could feel it in the depths of her bones. Han stirred beside her, his snoring giving way to a startled grunt. “Leia?” “You don’t look fine,” he protested, sitting up in bed. The covers fell to his waist, and he scratched at the fine hairs on his chest. “Are you calm?” he asked.