And he knew that she would. He could feel how deeply she was holding on to the Force. It had to come and now, on the verge of a long space voyage, was better than later, when their lives could be in danger and she simply couldn't hold on any longer.

He moved quickly from the cabin to watch take-off from the cockpit, to keep an eye on the instrument panels, then, once they had broken atmosphere, he went back to the room and locked the door, pulling a bag out of the footlocker and changing into civilian clothing. Then he laid on his own bunk above her, but he kept his senses open. He stood guard, as it were. Just in case.