[Meanwhile, IV's eyes widen. He tenses slightly under Leia's embrace, a tingling sensation washing over his body. He hasn't been held in a long time - too many years to count - and he remembers how much he'd liked being, but this experience is strange. He directs his gaze over Leia's shoulder, his voice quiet and hands limp at his side.]
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Hey, Leia . . .
[This is unnecessary. Why is she doing it?]