Leia stretched languidly under the cool sheets of her bed, groaning with contentment. Her muscles ached in numerous places, but it was a satisfying ache. She blew out a long, low breath, and pushed up on her elbows. The lights in her room were low, barely there. Most illumination came from under a crack in the refresher door. The sound of running water trickled to her ears. A pair of strong hands settled on her shoulders and gave a comforting squeeze. She jumped a little in surprise—he never used to be able to sneak up on her. “Are you all right?” * * * “Count on it.” * * * “And your mother?”