"On the window seat," she said, following them over and then sitting by him, kissing his cheek. "Sleep well, Uncle Atton."

She looked up and grinned.

"Sorry about that, but he'd end up having a panic attack," she said, undoing her cloak and putting it over him, then getting up, now in her armour-laced tunic, her blaster and lightsaber hanging freely off her belt.