He's quiet, focused on covering ground and proving safety rather than answering. In part because he's not sure how to answer. Leia is the best of Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, yes but is she the best of Padmé Amidala and Darth Vader? She'd been a thorn in the side of the Empire for years, set into play the downfall of Tarkin, fought and scraped and spit against Palpatine in a way that befitted a Sith. But the best of him? No, he didn't think so. At least, not yet. He saw glimpses of possibility there, however.

"The child here? She would have been. I do not know the young adult I've met in our home galaxy well." By design, he realized and then by her hatred of what had happened aboard the Death Star, but it's the only answer he can finally give.

"I'll try to move you as carefully as I can." It's all he can offer for now, although he keeps an eye out for foilage to nest down in the cave for her to rest on.