He cannot help but laugh gently, disbelievingly, at her words. Shaking his head, he follows her gaze up and around the trees, and then looks back down and deliberately puts his good hand over hers as it rests on his glove. She's warm in the Force too, despite everything she's been through--and he's certain it's been more than he can know.

"I didn't expect to live through today," he confesses. "That's why I laughed just now. I knew Father wouldn't kill me; but I assumed the Emperor would. Honestly, I hadn't made any plans after tonight. So yeah, I understand you... just being here is amazing."

He takes a deep breath.

"You don't have to worry that I'm going to let anything happen to him. Or you. I don't know yet how, or what we'll do. But I didn't... I haven't gone through all of this just to throw it away. You don't need to worry." He narrows his eyes, watching her. "Or fuss over me."