Knowing that the bulk of the palace's inhabitants are scum is a good excuse for burning the place to the ground. Maybe if she had more of a conscience, maybe if the Empire hadn't warped her into who she was now, she'd care a little more about the blood trail she leaves behind. But right now, all that's on her mind is Han. Anyone who's had even a breath of responsibility for what had happened to him deserved what they got.

He's shaking as he starts to come to, and she tugs him into a strong hold, keeping his head off the ground and stroking back his hair. He's drenched in sweat and whatever melted carbon residue still clings to his skin, and she pulls his head into her lap to try and get him to relax.

"Hey... hey, you're alright. You're safe."