After long moments, Luke takes his own weight on his feet, hand reaching to the wall for balance.

The nicks on his skin seal up and vanish like they never happened, except for the blood smeared from where they had been. A last wash of healing and affection ripples through the shuttle, a last glimpsing memory of Leia's kiss to his brow and the strength of his own affection for her, tempered by time and closeness.

"... whenever we were under the stars at night, she'd look for Alderaan's light. She liked knowing that she would be able to see it for the rest of her life, even if she'd never see it again."