She was real. The warmth of her hands in his, the pulse of her life energy in the Force and that of her unborn children, it was unmistakable. He could sob with joy, but he doesn’t. Instead his brow creases with concern for her.

“I know this will be confusing,” he says carefully. His mind swimming as it was apparent she had expected to be on Mustafar. Just before...

“Come with me, I’ll do my best to explain.”