Esfir takes a deep breath, shuts her eyes and fists his shirt. He's warm, and solid, and here, and it's hard to fly off when he's here.

"Do you know...The stars are different, in Solo's world? I look out the window and I don't them. We sail through space, in all the black, and there's nothing to hold us."

She's speaking quietly, but not fast, not hysterical. Just quiet, and a little lost.