She and Luke have always had a knack for knowing what comfort the other needs - hugs, a shoulder to rest a head on, a hand to hold.

Just Jedi magic, she had assumed at first; she kept thinking that all the way to Endor, when Luke had told her the truth with a kiss on the cheek and both his emotions and her own swirling inside her, and all she could think was of course, of course.

And so she knows now just when and how to catch Luke’s shoulders, squeezing his hand with a grin and her joy flowing to him, drawing her brother away from the ghosts and back to the celebration.