[Henry nods as he listens, smiling slightly. He then pushes a hand through his hair, dipping his head.]

At present she avoids me when she knows that I will like not her choices, where once we confronted them together. These days she has Hux to confirm that the Empire's ways are correct. But what cares so evil a cur for the staining of her soul?

[He shakes his head.]

She fails to see the goodness in herself. I would not see that become her undoing. 'Tis a relief that she spends her time with you, and not merely conspiring with Hux.