While Poe thought about his mother, Leia pushed any thoughts away of her son. Ben was kept in a tight little box that she only took out and examined in the middle of the night, thinking about what she could have done differently, and how she could have saved him from Snoke as a child, and how she could still save him if he would only allow her to do so. Snoke wasn't Vader, and he wasn't Anakin Skywaker, and if she needed to, Leia Organa would kill him herself to protect her son, never mind the universe she had worked so hard for and failed to put back together.

Sometimes she forgot how angry she could get.

But right now wasn't a time to hold onto anger at an outside force that she couldn't affect. Instead she focused on the young man in front of her, her own eyes worried and damp, but tears didn't fall. Instead she focused on a gentle tone of voice. "You weren't at the hospital. At least in any place I could find. When I asked about you, the nurses looked at me as if I was crazy. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

It was a simple question, but one she didn't think would have a simple answer by any stretch of the imagination. They couldn't know what they did to people who rebelled here, but Leia doubted it was going to be good on any level. At least he didn't look tortured; seeing him after what a torture droid would do (or what her son had done even if she didn't know it) was something that would bring up memories that were all nearly bad.