"He will try to be, but I will handle him. He isn't happy you're here and he thinks that you will betray me. I've tried to explain that I know you won't, but until you have proven yourself he isn't going to believe it." He said, exasperation obvious on his face. "Not that I need you to prove anything. I would feel it were you not true. It would be obvious through our bond."

He bent down, picking up the broken pieces as he listened to Poe, nodding at his words, though still somewhat awed. At the mention of his mother, he pushed his fingers through his hair and sighed, body tense as he turned and moved to a window that looked out to the stars. "So long as they do that, there will be no problem, but you know this war isn't over, Poe." He said, turning his head to stare at the man, turning to move back to him. He sat on the couch beside him hesitantly, clearing his throat. "Eventually we will go after them again. The best thing your friends can do for Leia now is to take her somewhere far away from the Resistance. Far away from the fighting and we both know she is too stubborn to ever allow it. She will die fighting." Even if that was the last thing he wanted for her.

He threw the pieces of the communicator away, setting back on the couch more as he continued to look at him. "You'll have a few days before we start training. Time for you to adjust, to feel more...comfortable. Or as comfortable as you can be here, but you'll be right next door. You will be the only one on this ship to have full access to my quarters in case you need me."