Han seems to shift easily enough out of the chair and on to his feet. His balance and that natural swagger coming back to him. "We don't need to ..."

... leave the cockpit, but he doesn't finish the thought. It's not as if being at the controls of a starship is an uncomfortable place for a man who considers himself - above all things - a pilot.

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He murmurs. The tone suggests, very faintly, that he might be trying to convince himself of that. It also suggests that he doesn't really mind her doting over him that much. "I just need a little time to shake this and I'll be good as ever."