He’d wanted to do
something nice.

That was all!

Obi-Wan had been so
stressed during the entire mission, rushing between each of the
tribes to negotiate while Anakin, considered too young by both the
Cekka tribe and the Nogoka tribe, was forced to remain in the little
camp he and Obi-Wan shared that was centered in the middle of the two
factions.

It was half a day
trek between the camps too and Obi-Wan had to make the trek once a
day every day.

And he hadn’t
been able to accept a riding animal from either tribes as that would
seem that he was favoring the tribe he accepted the riding animal
from. So he was forced to make the walk on foots and it was clearly
taking a toll on the young knight.

His hair and beard
had gone from carefully groomed to a ruffled mess that he barely had
time to comb in the mornings as he ate before he walked off to either
tribes with Anakin keeping an eye on both sides in case one prepared
an ambush attack so the blond could warn his master of any imminent
dangers.

Anakin also tried
to keep Obi-Wan’s spare tunics clean in some manner, washing the
set the other wasn’t wearing in the nearby running stream with a
little bit of soap.

He always received
a tired but grateful smile from Obi-Wan and either a hair ruffle or a
brief hug before Obi-Wan would settle to eat.

Which Anakin also
did.

He was starting to
feel really domestic.

However…

He’d never used
the tea pot heater Obi-Wan brought with, he’d always used the one in
their quarters when he made tea for the other and… well…

Anakin wasn’t
exactly sure what he’d done, he’d been fiddling with the dials of
the gas burner they’d brought with, trying to get the right heat to
set the water to boil and get the right temperature so the tea
wouldn’t turn bitter and then the next moment he knew, a plume of
fire had shot up, scaring the desert winds out of Anakin as it not
only singed the blonds eyebrows and eyelashes but actually set fire
to his braid as he fell back on his rear to get away from the plume.

Hair smelled
terrible as it burned but apparently was really flammable Anakin
found out as half his braid was gone almost before he managed to
summon himself and frantically douse himself with the water in the
pot to extinguish it.

Sitting there, wet,
shocked and a bit in pain, Anakin blinked down at the burner.

And then he jumped
a bit as he heard rustling in the bushes and the cracking of branches
before Obi-Wan shot out of the foliage.

“Anakin, I saw
fire, what hap-happened?” The Jedi paused, staring at his padawan,
taking in the wet and shocked expression. Then he took in the gas
burner Anakin was sitting in front of and the tea pot in his hands.

His face went from
bewildered to sympathetic understanding. “Oh. Oh dear. Oh Anakin.”
He smiled at him, walking over as he took a deep breath to calm his
clearly racing pulse. “Let me have a look at you?” He knelt down,
taking Anakin’s chin to turn his face left and right. “Are you
hurting anywhere?”

Wincing and
flushing in some shame, Anakin licked his lips. “I… my nose and
brows feel sore? And I got light spots in my eyes…” He muttered.

Obi-Wan nodded,
gently prodding at Anakin’s brows before helping him out of his
tunic so Anakin could dry off. Then the other picked up his jar of
bacta and gently dabbed it on the redness of Anakin’s face where he
got burned.

“Its going to
take some time for your eyebrows to grow back but as far as I know,
eyelashes grow back within two weeks when they fall out.” Obi-Wan
murmured before gently catching the remains of Anakin’s braid. “And
we’ll get you some new threads and beads when we get back to the
temple.” He gently stroked the burned edges of the hair, giving his
padawan a small smile. “It will grow back.” He assured softly.

Feeling better at
the gentle comfort, Anakin managed to summon the other a small smile
in return. “That’s true… and skin heals.” He mumbled out.

“Exactly.”
Obi-Wan pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. “Lets have
some food and then try to relax. I can stay for an hour and we can
meditate.” He offered softly.

Not the most fun of
activities, but if it meant spending time with Obi-Wan, then Anakin
would take it as they both abandoned the tea pot so Anakin could find
his spare tunic to throw on and Obi-Wan could get their food out of
the pan and into bowls.

He’d wanted to do
something nice.

That was all!

Obi-Wan had been so
stressed during the entire mission, rushing between each of the
tribes to negotiate while Anakin, considered too young by both the
Cekka tribe and the Nogoka tribe, was forced to remain in the little
camp he and Obi-Wan shared that was centered in the middle of the two
factions.

It was half a day
trek between the camps too and Obi-Wan had to make the trek once a
day every day.

And he hadn’t
been able to accept a riding animal from either tribes as that would
seem that he was favoring the tribe he accepted the riding animal
from. So he was forced to make the walk on foots and it was clearly
taking a toll on the young knight.

His hair and beard
had gone from carefully groomed to a ruffled mess that he barely had
time to comb in the mornings as he ate before he walked off to either
tribes with Anakin keeping an eye on both sides in case one prepared
an ambush attack so the blond could warn his master of any imminent
dangers.

Anakin also tried
to keep Obi-Wan’s spare tunics clean in some manner, washing the
set the other wasn’t wearing in the nearby running stream with a
little bit of soap.

He always received
a tired but grateful smile from Obi-Wan and either a hair ruffle or a
brief hug before Obi-Wan would settle to eat.

Which Anakin also
did.

He was starting to
feel really domestic.

However…

He’d never used
the tea pot heater Obi-Wan brought with, he’d always used the one in
their quarters when he made tea for the other and… well…

Anakin wasn’t
exactly sure what he’d done, he’d been fiddling with the dials of
the gas burner they’d brought with, trying to get the right heat to
set the water to boil and get the right temperature so the tea
wouldn’t turn bitter and then the next moment he knew, a plume of
fire had shot up, scaring the desert winds out of Anakin as it not
only singed the blonds eyebrows and eyelashes but actually set fire
to his braid as he fell back on his rear to get away from the plume.

Hair smelled
terrible as it burned but apparently was really flammable Anakin
found out as half his braid was gone almost before he managed to
summon himself and frantically douse himself with the water in the
pot to extinguish it.

Sitting there, wet,
shocked and a bit in pain, Anakin blinked down at the burner.

And then he jumped
a bit as he heard rustling in the bushes and the cracking of branches
before Obi-Wan shot out of the foliage.

“Anakin, I saw
fire, what hap-happened?” The Jedi paused, staring at his padawan,
taking in the wet and shocked expression. Then he took in the gas
burner Anakin was sitting in front of and the tea pot in his hands.

His face went from
bewildered to sympathetic understanding. “Oh. Oh dear. Oh Anakin.”
He smiled at him, walking over as he took a deep breath to calm his
clearly racing pulse. “Let me have a look at you?” He knelt down,
taking Anakin’s chin to turn his face left and right. “Are you
hurting anywhere?”

Wincing and
flushing in some shame, Anakin licked his lips. “I… my nose and
brows feel sore? And I got light spots in my eyes…” He muttered.

Obi-Wan nodded,
gently prodding at Anakin’s brows before helping him out of his
tunic so Anakin could dry off. Then the other picked up his jar of
bacta and gently dabbed it on the redness of Anakin’s face where he
got burned.

“Its going to
take some time for your eyebrows to grow back but as far as I know,
eyelashes grow back within two weeks when they fall out.” Obi-Wan
murmured before gently catching the remains of Anakin’s braid. “And
we’ll get you some new threads and beads when we get back to the
temple.” He gently stroked the burned edges of the hair, giving his
padawan a small smile. “It will grow back.” He assured softly.

Feeling better at
the gentle comfort, Anakin managed to summon the other a small smile
in return. “That’s true… and skin heals.” He mumbled out.

“Exactly.”
Obi-Wan pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. “Lets have
some food and then try to relax. I can stay for an hour and we can
meditate.” He offered softly.

Not the most fun of
activities, but if it meant spending time with Obi-Wan, then Anakin
would take it as they both abandoned the tea pot so Anakin could find
his spare tunic to throw on and Obi-Wan could get their food out of
the pan and into bowls.