That evening in their quarters, HAN and LEIA discuss their future. They have recently been wed and are deeply in love, but HAN’S looks of concern prompt LEIA to ask what is wrong.
LEIA: I can tell something is on your mind... what is it?
HAN: I don’t know. It’s just... Well, we’ve agreed that we want a child, but I wonder sometimes if your strenuous Jedi training exertions may be preventing you from being able to conceive.
LEIA smiles softly.
LEIA: Don’t worry. When the Force wills it, we will have a child.
The thin smile on HAN’S face belies the fact that he finds little comfort in his wife’s newfound faith. Wishing to avoid any uncomfortable discussions about the Force, however, HAN rubs his eyes and shifts the topic.
HAN: I’m probably just feeling a little uneasy about Lando and Chewie. You know, this whole Ondos situation seems kinda touchy, and I’m more than a little concerned for their safety.
LEIA: I understand, sweetheart. ‘Everything will work out.’ You tell me that all the time, remember? (kissing him) Now, let’s get some sleep, and see what tomorrow will bring.
HAN and LEIA embrace, and settle in for the night.