Leia keeps her face stoic until the two men leave, and then she lets out a long, painful breath. One hand moved to her chest, just holding onto it as if an external physical pressure would somehow make it easier for her to not feel the sharpness that was sliding through her right now. It was a familiar sensation, and she knew it well, but each bit of pain held its own personality.

This pain's personality was personal. She could practically feel what Poe had thought around her, even without her using the Force. She knew him well, and had known him so well that he would have been easy to read without any assistance. He didn't trust her. She had broken his trust in a way that she never had before, and it hurt and her regret was instant. Leia had told Poe that sometimes the right choice wasn't the popular one, but she had always taken it for granted that Poe would trust her.

Here she was relearning lessons from Ben that she thought had been ingrained onto her. Now, two of the people that she cared for most in the galaxy were here and just out of reach and like Ben, she had no one to blame but herself. It takes a minute for Leia's face to reform into something calm, something like a reassuring smile but it's a mask that would be easy for someone to see through if they knew her at all.

"We'll fix this, Rey. We'll figure out how to fix it. I will." Because in her opinion, she was the one who had broken it.