"Oh."

It's not a word; it's an exhalation. The news is a shock, but somehow, surreally, not a surprise. Amilyn had always felt that young Ben had the seeds of something extraordinary in him, just—the thought is horribly, bleakly funny—not like this.

There's nothing to say. All she can do is get up from her chair and kneel next to Leia's, and fold her friend into her arms.