[As much as he'd like to help her use that other hand, he can't afford to let go of either of his current holds. At the least, he pulls back to get her that much closer. There's peculiar movement behind Leia, though, and his gaze flickers from her fumbling hand to the back of her head. The hat is slipping.]
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Hey, your hat . . .
[It's important to her, isn't it?]