"Who's Leia?" wonders Callida.

"My sister. We were, uh, separated at birth. She grew up as the daughter of the Alderaanian queen and senator, not on moisture farm."

"Oh. All right. I'm glad you eventually found her?"

"She was actually the princess I rescued during Intense Week."

"Did you know she was your sister when you rescued her, or did you realize that after the intense week?"

"Not until four years later."

"Huh." She considers this. "That sounds like a mess, really. I wouldn't know what to do with a family member that just - showed up in my life and then turned out to be related to me."

"By the time it came out we had already established a pretty good relationship working together with the Alliance. It just sort of added on to that."

Callida nods.

"I don't think I have any secret siblings, unless my mother had them before - before I was in a state to take notice of how many siblings I had. I suppose my father could dramatically reveal himself at some point, but." She makes a face. "I think I'd rather pass. I'm glad your dramatic familial reveal worked out for you."

"So am I."

She smiles a little.

You can ask, if you're curious, she doesn't manage to say. Flippancy with her own grim history is one thing, actually explaining it is another.

"So. Moisture farming. What's that like?"

"Dry."

"So much so that it spread to your humor, I see," she says, lightly.

"Once the suns went down, it got too dark to hunt womp rats. Had to amuse ourselves somehow."

"I'm honestly having trouble picturing you as a moisture farmer."

"Well, I didn't dress as snappily back then."

Snort.

"No, I imagine not, but it's not the clothes. I am not so bereft of imagination that I can't imagine you in something less snappy, but it's - you do not have the look of a farmer, to me."

"What do you mean?"

"The way you carry yourself. Like you have the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders, and the strength to carry it. ... Proverbial strength, though I'd be impressed if you could figure out how to literally carry a planet."

"I guess I had to do a lot of growing up very quickly. Didn't get a lot choice about the responsibilities I was given, but it was either pick them up or get crushed beneath them."

"You seem like you did all right."

"So far, anyway."

"You have friends and family that can listen to you when you need to talk, and help you when you need it. You now have the resources of the multiverse at your disposal, and time outside is paused to give you time to think and rest. You can ask for all of the written works of history from Bar for whatever perspectives you want, and you can feel free to speak to me whenever you like. You're intelligent, thoughtful, resourceful, powerful, and have good instincts. There will always be a 'so far,' always be a chance of future failure, but I think you have a greater chance of future success."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"You're welcome. I wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it."