Tapping his nails together, Plo let
out a deep rumbling hum before shaking his head. “If you want my
opinion, I believe this is due to this Obi-Wan dimension jumping, he
is now soaking up the last experience of our Obi-Wan. How or why is a
good question but that is my theory at the very least.” He frowned
deeply before sighing, his mask making the sound echo as he shook his
head.
Rubbing
his chin, Qui-Gon nodded slowly as
he stroked his beard to try and groom it down, grateful that both
Anakin and Obi-Wan was out of the quarters once more when the two
council members had shown up at the door.
Both
he and Anakin had been severely distressed by Obi-Wan’s confession
to his dream, their own memories of their Obi-Wan…
It
had been painful, grief they
had both repressed coming back to bite them hard with the living,
physical representation of what their Obi-Wan could
have looked like standing uncertainly in the doorway in front of
them.
Qui-Gon
would have to replace the kitchen counter top and
Anakin had needed to escape the temple for a while, taking Obi-Wan
somewhere on an outing to try and gain more trust.
Hopefully
it would at least take a few more hours since their quarters were
currently infected with two Sith council members sitting on the
leather couch and Qui-Gon wasn’t sure how Obi-Wan would react to
the two in such close quarters.
He
had only just started relaxing with both Qui-Gon and Anakin, even
allowing Anakin to pull him close and hold him in the evening after
dinner and a part of Qui-Gon had wondered about touch starvation…
but that was impossible, right?
He
was Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon’s little Obi-Wan.
Even
a Jedi Qui-Gon would have adored their Obi-Wan… right?
“I’m
honestly just grateful Obi-Wan didn’t try fleeing out the window at
your reactions,” Depa stared Qui-Gon down with gleaming golden
eyes, the once young girl having become a burning beacon in the dark
and a woman befitting of the status of dark lady. You either bowed
for her or you died. “He was more skittish last I saw him but
moving through the hall at Anakin’s side, he barely even tensed at
the sight of other Sith.” She finished, shrugging elegantly at
Qui-Gon’s questioning glance.
Rubbing
his chin, Qui-Gon breathed out. “Yes but Anakin has been working
with him, he’s made a lot of headway since Obi-Wan’s little…
incident. It also helps that I have vowed not to enter his bedroom
without permission… He is… very broken still,” He trailed off
then sighed loudly. “And before either of you suggest it, or any of
the other council members does when you bring the report to them,
turning Obi-Wan would break
him. He is clearly mired in the Light.” He stated sternly, eyes
flashing.
Both
Depa and Plo raised their hands. “I would not suggest it, this
Obi-Wan is clearly different from ours despite being similar in
appearance. I do not think even the absorption of whatever remains of
Obi-Wan’s spirit would turn this Obi-Wan.” Plo drawled.
Depa
nodded before leaning forward. “I am honestly more worried about us
breaking him permanently. Does he now look Anakin in the face or is
he still avoiding him?” She stated, brows furrowed.
Sighing,
sitting back in his chair, Qui-Gon just tiredly waved his hands. “It
depends. Some days he is in a ‘good’ mood so to speak and he
looks both me and Anakin in the eyes and doesn’t do much more than
flinch a bit but other days he can’t do as much as speak to us
without jumping and wrapping himself up in his own arms and
if I or Anakin as much as brush against him, he will flee to his own
bedroom to hide for an hour or two…” He trailed off as a
disbelieving silence rose.
After
a long, speechless moment, Depa spat out a vile, very unladylike
curse before sighing and leaning forward, pressing her elbows to her
knees with her face in her hands. “Coming to a different universe
is clearly traumatic but this goes beyond
even that and he shows no sign of even wanting to go back… we need
to know what happened.” She growled out quietly, the dark
flickering like a snake in wait for it’s prey.
Neither
male Sith reacted to it though, outside of nodding in agreement.
“Getting
him to tell us is the real issue,” Plo murmured, frowning before
sighing and standing. “We will be delivering this news to the rest
of the council, Yoda is still out hunting for Dooku however, so we
must wait to inform him.” Plo continued, headless of Qui-Gon’s
little flinch at the mention of his lineage.
The
fact that his master had turned on them was enraging but more than
that, Qui-Gon reacted to the betrayal, the betrayal not only towards
him but towards Obi-Wan’s memory. “I wish him a happy hunt then…
if any of you have a suggestion, I’d be willing to ta-”
“Actually,”
Depa cut him off, interrupting Qui-Gon much to his displeasure as she
stood. “I do have a minor suggestion…” She said thoughtfully,
standing with her hands in her silky black robe sleeves, the sun
catching the silver thread pattern of the hems.
Raising
one brushy brow, Qui-Gon peered up at the Sith council member.
“Indeed?” He drawled.
“Have
you tested how he reacts to the clone troopers?” The words crossed
her lips and Qui-Gon felt a small shiver down his back even as he
turned thoughtful, rubbing his chin slowly with a small frown.
Rolling
the other man quickly into the blanket, Anakin beamed in pride as he
had created a blanket burrito Kenobi in under five seconds before
turning to Ahsoka with an even bigger smile on his face as Obi-Wan
blinked in confusion where he laid on the floor of the quarters.
“Told you I could do it.” Anakin chirped happily.
Ahsoka
was to busy holding onto the counter to answer, laughing until she
was crying with her legs threatening to fold in on her.
“I’m
sorry but what just happened?” Obi-Wan wiggled inside his rather
cozy prison. “One moment I was walking to the couch with my tea to
read a report and the next I find that I’m rather stuck.
Comfortable yes but stuck.” Obi-Wan aimed his furrowed brows at the
still grinning Anakin.
“Well
Ahsoka bet me that I couldn’t wrap you in a blanket without you
stopping me or scolding me. I on the other hand thought I could.”
He chirped quite happily before shifting Obi-Wan a bit around and
lifting him up bridal style, still wrapped in the blanket so he
looked a bit like an odd pink worm since Anakin had used the fluffy
soft pink blanket they had.
Wiggling
a bit, Obi-Wan tried looking around as Ahsoka finally seemed to
manage to calm down though she snorted when she glanced at the two
older Jedi. “I do hope you haven’t spilled my tea Anakin, I was
quite looking forward to a proper cu-oh there it is.” Obi-Wan
peered at the steaming cup standing perfectly fine on the caff table.
With
a roll of his eyes, Anakin flopped down on the couch, grunting a bit
as he miscalculated how heavy that would be on him with Obi-Wan in
his lap. “Of course I didn’t spill your tea, I just had it set
aside. You always put your guard down in here.” Anakin shifted
Obi-Wan around until he was snuggled up against Anakin’s chest.
“Did
you use the Force to do this Anakin?” Obi-Wan brow furrowed, the
familiar scolding of frivolous use of the Force on his tongue. But
then he rolled his eyes and settled his head on the others shoulder.
“Oh whatever, just give me tea Anakin.” He huffed, pouting a bit.
Snort
giggling, Ahsoka watched as Anakin leaned forward with one arm
wrapped tightly around the burrito wrapped redhead as the other
reached for the cup of tea before settling back. Anakin held the cup
up to the others lip and tilted carefully, letting Obi-Wan sip slowly
before settling with the cup held in his mech hand and relaxation in
his body.
Which
was a lot better than the stormy behavior the man had been exhibiting
the last few days.
It
was no secret by now what had happened and why the knight was now
avoiding the Rotunda as if it could give him the plague.
The
fact that the Chancellor had lied
to Knight Skywalker was all over the temple and a lot of Jedi were
concerned about that though no one dared approach Anakin to speak
about it except for the council, who had asked for an account and
Obi-Wan himself.
“Something
tells me this isn’t the first time you two have been in this
position.” Ahsoka noted with amusement, bringing over her cup of
hot chocolate to settle in the recliner.
Shrugging,
looking quite content as he lifted the cup of tea again, Anakin gave
her a wry grin as Obi-Wan smacked his lips in satisfaction.
“Honestly? We’ve done a lot of odd things by some standards I
guess, this kind of thing comes when you’ve been poisoned and can’t
move. Which has happened to both me and Obi-Wan,” He tacked on with
a small frown. “I still say the one that gave you an erection as a
side effect at the same time as made your body all numb was the worst
one, it was damn difficult to pee.” He grumbled in annoyance.
Ahsoka’s
brows scrunched up, there were some things she didn’t want to know
about her master.
“Oh
I never argued about that but I still think the one where we also
felt like we were being bitten all over by insects were on the same
level as the erection side effect,” Obi-Wan shuddered. “I was
looking for insects for weeks without there being any.”
Ahsoka
blinked between them in interest, a small grin on her face.
Now
there was a story she’d like to know.
Maybe
she’d ask one day when the two didn’t look so content and relax,
Obi-Wan as a blanket burrito and Anakin for once calmed down from his
stormy attitude.
Rolling
the other man quickly into the blanket, Anakin beamed in pride as he
had created a blanket burrito Kenobi in under five seconds before
turning to Ahsoka with an even bigger smile on his face as Obi-Wan
blinked in confusion where he laid on the floor of the quarters.
“Told you I could do it.” Anakin chirped happily.
Ahsoka
was to busy holding onto the counter to answer, laughing until she
was crying with her legs threatening to fold in on her.
“I’m
sorry but what just happened?” Obi-Wan wiggled inside his rather
cozy prison. “One moment I was walking to the couch with my tea to
read a report and the next I find that I’m rather stuck.
Comfortable yes but stuck.” Obi-Wan aimed his furrowed brows at the
still grinning Anakin.
“Well
Ahsoka bet me that I couldn’t wrap you in a blanket without you
stopping me or scolding me. I on the other hand thought I could.”
He chirped quite happily before shifting Obi-Wan a bit around and
lifting him up bridal style, still wrapped in the blanket so he
looked a bit like an odd pink worm since Anakin had used the fluffy
soft pink blanket they had.
Wiggling
a bit, Obi-Wan tried looking around as Ahsoka finally seemed to
manage to calm down though she snorted when she glanced at the two
older Jedi. “I do hope you haven’t spilled my tea Anakin, I was
quite looking forward to a proper cu-oh there it is.” Obi-Wan
peered at the steaming cup standing perfectly fine on the caff table.
With
a roll of his eyes, Anakin flopped down on the couch, grunting a bit
as he miscalculated how heavy that would be on him with Obi-Wan in
his lap. “Of course I didn’t spill your tea, I just had it set
aside. You always put your guard down in here.” Anakin shifted
Obi-Wan around until he was snuggled up against Anakin’s chest.
“Did
you use the Force to do this Anakin?” Obi-Wan brow furrowed, the
familiar scolding of frivolous use of the Force on his tongue. But
then he rolled his eyes and settled his head on the others shoulder.
“Oh whatever, just give me tea Anakin.” He huffed, pouting a bit.
Snort
giggling, Ahsoka watched as Anakin leaned forward with one arm
wrapped tightly around the burrito wrapped redhead as the other
reached for the cup of tea before settling back. Anakin held the cup
up to the others lip and tilted carefully, letting Obi-Wan sip slowly
before settling with the cup held in his mech hand and relaxation in
his body.
Which
was a lot better than the stormy behavior the man had been exhibiting
the last few days.
It
was no secret by now what had happened and why the knight was now
avoiding the Rotunda as if it could give him the plague.
The
fact that the Chancellor had lied
to Knight Skywalker was all over the temple and a lot of Jedi were
concerned about that though no one dared approach Anakin to speak
about it except for the council, who had asked for an account and
Obi-Wan himself.
“Something
tells me this isn’t the first time you two have been in this
position.” Ahsoka noted with amusement, bringing over her cup of
hot chocolate to settle in the recliner.
Shrugging,
looking quite content as he lifted the cup of tea again, Anakin gave
her a wry grin as Obi-Wan smacked his lips in satisfaction.
“Honestly? We’ve done a lot of odd things by some standards I
guess, this kind of thing comes when you’ve been poisoned and can’t
move. Which has happened to both me and Obi-Wan,” He tacked on with
a small frown. “I still say the one that gave you an erection as a
side effect at the same time as made your body all numb was the worst
one, it was damn difficult to pee.” He grumbled in annoyance.
Ahsoka’s
brows scrunched up, there were some things she didn’t want to know
about her master.
“Oh
I never argued about that but I still think the one where we also
felt like we were being bitten all over by insects were on the same
level as the erection side effect,” Obi-Wan shuddered. “I was
looking for insects for weeks without there being any.”
Ahsoka
blinked between them in interest, a small grin on her face.
Now
there was a story she’d like to know.
Maybe
she’d ask one day when the two didn’t look so content and relax,
Obi-Wan as a blanket burrito and Anakin for once calmed down from his
stormy attitude.
One mech hand
tucked under his head and the other flesh one playing with the others
hair, Obi-Wan let out a considering hum. “I have to say it looks
more like a rabbit than a bird I think.” He finally settled on.
“Really? It looks
more like a kettle now to me.” Qui-Gon answered from Obi-Wan’s
chest where he was laying comfortably, his hands settled on his
stomach as they peered up at the sky.
Snorting a bit,
Obi-Wan curled the long hair around his fingertips.
This mission to
Alderaan for the bi-yearly overview of the state of the planet was
just beautiful and he had a suspicion that it was a treat from Yoda
to him for working hard for so long and growing up much too fast with
all his visions.
Still, it was nice,
enjoying the crisp clean air and brilliant sunshine of Alderaan’s
unusually clean atmosphere for a core planet.
“Do you think we
could go skating or maybe skiing before we have to head back to
Coruscant?” Qui-Gon suddenly asked and Obi-Wan blinked, lifting his
head enough to look down at his boyfriend with bemusement.
Which of course he
noticed.
“What?” He
grinned.
“We got two more
weeks here,” Obi-Wan smirked, outright laughing at Qui-Gon’s
taun-taun in headlights look. “Didn’t you read the mission
report?”
Turning sheepish,
Qui-Gon shrugged a bit. “Not really, the Alderaan overview is
pretty much the same every year and I’ve been on them twice, once
as a padawan and once as a knight. I think the council ensures
everyone gets to go once in each rank just to experience some peace
and quiet, decompression disguised as a mission since the mission is
so peaceful.” He lifted a hand and wiggled it in a so-so move.
“So instead of a
week its now three?” Qui-Gon sat up and Obi-Wan mourned the loss of
heat and the hair twirled around his fingers.
But he too sat up,
smirking instead at the other. “Not quite but I think this is
Yoda’s way of telling me to take it easy. He knows that Alderaan
makes me relax because nothing bad happens here usually s-”
“So no visions.”
Qui-Gon’s face cleared with understanding, a grin curling around
his lips as he cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I had noticed you were
sleeping better but I didn’t quite connect the pieces.” He
rumbled.
Closing his eyes
with a happy little hum as a broad thumb stroked along his cheekbone,
Obi-Wan shrugged. “The eddies of the Force is calm on Alderaan and
alive. It flows like water from a wellspring, fresh and clean and
therefor I see nothing that disturbs me just like someone of the
living Force may sense the life, I sense the lightness.” Obi-Wan
said calmly.
“I see.”
Qui-Gon rumbled, leaning in and giving Obi-Wan a chaste kiss. “That
is good to know, you’ve been so stressed and restless lately we’ve
all been worried about you.”
‘…I wish I
could tell you why my Qui-Gon, but if I do… I see death down that
way. Just as I see death if I tell the council.’ Obi-Wan nuzzled at
the palm, desperation clawing in his chest before he sent it away in
case Qui-Gon sensed it.
He knew that
Sidious fall would most likely require sacrifice, require death…
but Obi-Wan was selfish.
He did not want to
loose those who he cared for.
No, he’d rather
give his own life if he could…
‘I’ve prevented
Anakin’s fall and our future fight… now I need to figure out how
to prevent a war… oh how am I going to do this?’ He opened his
eyes and smiled softly at Qui-Gon. ‘Love I wish you could help me…’
How could one feel
so lonely when you were with the one you love the most?
One mech hand
tucked under his head and the other flesh one playing with the others
hair, Obi-Wan let out a considering hum. “I have to say it looks
more like a rabbit than a bird I think.” He finally settled on.
“Really? It looks
more like a kettle now to me.” Qui-Gon answered from Obi-Wan’s
chest where he was laying comfortably, his hands settled on his
stomach as they peered up at the sky.
Snorting a bit,
Obi-Wan curled the long hair around his fingertips.
This mission to
Alderaan for the bi-yearly overview of the state of the planet was
just beautiful and he had a suspicion that it was a treat from Yoda
to him for working hard for so long and growing up much too fast with
all his visions.
Still, it was nice,
enjoying the crisp clean air and brilliant sunshine of Alderaan’s
unusually clean atmosphere for a core planet.
“Do you think we
could go skating or maybe skiing before we have to head back to
Coruscant?” Qui-Gon suddenly asked and Obi-Wan blinked, lifting his
head enough to look down at his boyfriend with bemusement.
Which of course he
noticed.
“What?” He
grinned.
“We got two more
weeks here,” Obi-Wan smirked, outright laughing at Qui-Gon’s
taun-taun in headlights look. “Didn’t you read the mission
report?”
Turning sheepish,
Qui-Gon shrugged a bit. “Not really, the Alderaan overview is
pretty much the same every year and I’ve been on them twice, once
as a padawan and once as a knight. I think the council ensures
everyone gets to go once in each rank just to experience some peace
and quiet, decompression disguised as a mission since the mission is
so peaceful.” He lifted a hand and wiggled it in a so-so move.
“So instead of a
week its now three?” Qui-Gon sat up and Obi-Wan mourned the loss of
heat and the hair twirled around his fingers.
But he too sat up,
smirking instead at the other. “Not quite but I think this is
Yoda’s way of telling me to take it easy. He knows that Alderaan
makes me relax because nothing bad happens here usually s-”
“So no visions.”
Qui-Gon’s face cleared with understanding, a grin curling around
his lips as he cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I had noticed you were
sleeping better but I didn’t quite connect the pieces.” He
rumbled.
Closing his eyes
with a happy little hum as a broad thumb stroked along his cheekbone,
Obi-Wan shrugged. “The eddies of the Force is calm on Alderaan and
alive. It flows like water from a wellspring, fresh and clean and
therefor I see nothing that disturbs me just like someone of the
living Force may sense the life, I sense the lightness.” Obi-Wan
said calmly.
“I see.”
Qui-Gon rumbled, leaning in and giving Obi-Wan a chaste kiss. “That
is good to know, you’ve been so stressed and restless lately we’ve
all been worried about you.”
‘…I wish I
could tell you why my Qui-Gon, but if I do… I see death down that
way. Just as I see death if I tell the council.’ Obi-Wan nuzzled at
the palm, desperation clawing in his chest before he sent it away in
case Qui-Gon sensed it.
He knew that
Sidious fall would most likely require sacrifice, require death…
but Obi-Wan was selfish.
He did not want to
loose those who he cared for.
No, he’d rather
give his own life if he could…
‘I’ve prevented
Anakin’s fall and our future fight… now I need to figure out how
to prevent a war… oh how am I going to do this?’ He opened his
eyes and smiled softly at Qui-Gon. ‘Love I wish you could help me…’
How could one feel
so lonely when you were with the one you love the most?
“So, did it help?” Tahl questioned, sipping her tea while
listening to the sounds of Qui-Gon pouring his own cup.
“Yes. You were right, like always, once I went, Obi-Wan followed
suit and went too.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly, he hated it when she
was right, she always got so…smug.
Not that he didn’t get smug a bit too when he was right.
Still…
“And did it help you?” Qui-Gon let out a low grumble before
sighing again. “Qui-Gon?”
Glancing at his old childhood friend for a long moment, Qui-Gon
mulled over what to say. “… Yes, I didn’t realize how tangled
up my own mind was with… I guess it was to be expected that there
were still some lingering issues with Xanatos… passing.”
Tahl raised her brows at him, her golden and green striped eyes
somewhere to the left of his shoulder.
“…And yes other things. Tahl, you know better then me that its a
slow process. But I’m going now. Its just a lot of things to
detangle.”
“Is that what your healer is calling it.” She chuckled softly.
“Healer Inra has a lot of hair puns. Its quite funny honestly.”
He joined her, chuckling quietly.
The two sipped tea for a few moments in silence as the sun of
Coruscant shone in on the couch from the closed window.
“Does Obi-Wan like his healer?” She questioned gently. “He
seemed… cautious last time I spoke to him.”
Mulling over it, Qui-Gon let out a low rumble. “I think he likes
her. Healer Lira is rather young but Inra says she’s capable and
honestly, Obi-Wan might respond more to someone closer to his age.
She’s only ten years older then him.”
That got a quiet hum out of Tahl.
“…I’m glad you’re finally doing this Qui-Gon, I’m glad even
if the situation that caused it was horrible, that you’re finally
getting the help you need.” She murmured, holding the cup between
her delicate hands.
Qui-Gon sighed. “Horrible yes but… you’re right, I’m getting
the help I should have accepted before.”
The door swished open and Qui-Gon looked to it while Tahl tilted her
head to listen, smiling when she recognized the soft gait. “Hello
Obi-Wan.”
“Master Tahl.” Obi-Wan greeted quietly, looking…well he looked
as normal to Qui-Gon, just a tiny bit paler then usual but that could
be because he was hungry.
“Hey there padawan. Ready to for dinner? Tahl’s staying for it.”
“Sure, need me to do anything?” Obi-Wan set his boots aside by
the door on the mat.
“No, no I already have everything ready, it just needs to be heated
and then we can all eat. Anakin has been feed and cleaned and I gave
him a bath.” Qui-Gon stood, patting Tahl no the dark hair as he
slipped past her with his cup in one hand. “So he’s napping now.”
“Good to know. May I take your cup to the sink master Tahl, if
you’re done that is?” Obi-Wan offered, a small smile on his face.
“Why thank you kind padawan Kenobi.” She teased lightly as she
handed over the empty cup. But before he could move away fully, she
grasped his hand and squeezed it gently. “You feel better Obi-Wan.
I’m glad.” She smiled kindly.
Obi-Wan shifted a bit before smiling down to her despite her being
unable to see it. “Thank you Master Tahl.”
If he was honest, Obi-Wan felt better then in a long time too.
“So, did it help?” Tahl questioned, sipping her tea while
listening to the sounds of Qui-Gon pouring his own cup.
“Yes. You were right, like always, once I went, Obi-Wan followed
suit and went too.” Qui-Gon sighed quietly, he hated it when she
was right, she always got so…smug.
Not that he didn’t get smug a bit too when he was right.
Still…
“And did it help you?” Qui-Gon let out a low grumble before
sighing again. “Qui-Gon?”
Glancing at his old childhood friend for a long moment, Qui-Gon
mulled over what to say. “… Yes, I didn’t realize how tangled
up my own mind was with… I guess it was to be expected that there
were still some lingering issues with Xanatos… passing.”
Tahl raised her brows at him, her golden and green striped eyes
somewhere to the left of his shoulder.
“…And yes other things. Tahl, you know better then me that its a
slow process. But I’m going now. Its just a lot of things to
detangle.”
“Is that what your healer is calling it.” She chuckled softly.
“Healer Inra has a lot of hair puns. Its quite funny honestly.”
He joined her, chuckling quietly.
The two sipped tea for a few moments in silence as the sun of
Coruscant shone in on the couch from the closed window.
“Does Obi-Wan like his healer?” She questioned gently. “He
seemed… cautious last time I spoke to him.”
Mulling over it, Qui-Gon let out a low rumble. “I think he likes
her. Healer Lira is rather young but Inra says she’s capable and
honestly, Obi-Wan might respond more to someone closer to his age.
She’s only ten years older then him.”
That got a quiet hum out of Tahl.
“…I’m glad you’re finally doing this Qui-Gon, I’m glad even
if the situation that caused it was horrible, that you’re finally
getting the help you need.” She murmured, holding the cup between
her delicate hands.
Qui-Gon sighed. “Horrible yes but… you’re right, I’m getting
the help I should have accepted before.”
The door swished open and Qui-Gon looked to it while Tahl tilted her
head to listen, smiling when she recognized the soft gait. “Hello
Obi-Wan.”
“Master Tahl.” Obi-Wan greeted quietly, looking…well he looked
as normal to Qui-Gon, just a tiny bit paler then usual but that could
be because he was hungry.
“Hey there padawan. Ready to for dinner? Tahl’s staying for it.”
“Sure, need me to do anything?” Obi-Wan set his boots aside by
the door on the mat.
“No, no I already have everything ready, it just needs to be heated
and then we can all eat. Anakin has been feed and cleaned and I gave
him a bath.” Qui-Gon stood, patting Tahl no the dark hair as he
slipped past her with his cup in one hand. “So he’s napping now.”
“Good to know. May I take your cup to the sink master Tahl, if
you’re done that is?” Obi-Wan offered, a small smile on his face.
“Why thank you kind padawan Kenobi.” She teased lightly as she
handed over the empty cup. But before he could move away fully, she
grasped his hand and squeezed it gently. “You feel better Obi-Wan.
I’m glad.” She smiled kindly.
Obi-Wan shifted a bit before smiling down to her despite her being
unable to see it. “Thank you Master Tahl.”
If he was honest, Obi-Wan felt better then in a long time too.
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