Words tumbled out as she tried to wrap her mind around it. "Your dad ... Professor Skywalker ... he w-was ... he ... the one who'd been ... trying to kill you and ... and he ..."

There was a long moment before she realized that whatever she was feeling had nothing to do with any of this, and she wrapped her arms around him again and squeezed, hard.

She didn't really have any words for that. Maybe she didn't need any.