[ She stares down at her tea, faintly ashamed of having been read so easily. Well, it's not as though she could've hidden that fear from him. ]

I think I wouldn't blame you for it. Much.

[ She might resent it, find it unfair -- but she understands why he might find it difficult to see her the same way.

She takes a steadying breath and then looks up again. She's not going to hide from it. ]

My father was Palpatine's son. My parents left me because he was looking for me. And it's likely he killed them, though no one knows for certain.