Leia was grateful to get away. She was used to being the one cooped up safely beyond the war's reaches, having often been the one at the forefront of the fighting, dishing out orders on the fly when she wasn't wielding a blaster herself. Being back aboard a ship full of officers and soldiers felt more like the world she knew than any place on Coruscant had in the past year. She really should've tried to leave the planet on one of these missions sooner.

All that time spent at the Jedi Temple, however, wasn't for naught. She trained with not only her father, but the other Jedi Masters on the Council, learning a variety of lightsaber techniques and ways to control and refine her abilities that she wouldn't have been able to pick up anywhere else. There was only so much to go by when listening to instinct, and Luke had received a crash course at best with what he was able to learn. In many ways, Leia had received a more thorough lesson in how to be a Jedi than her brother had, though he too was broadening his Jedi horizons by way of being able to train with the greats that were absent from their dismal future.

Greats that would be around for much longer than they were, if she had anything to say about it.

"Of course I am," the princess responds, reaching for the hilt holstered at her hip. "Why wouldn't I be?"