#withoutpeer

the sieges in the outer rim had been months longer than padmé had anticipated, particularly to go so long without contact... she had spent far too many restless nights worried, thinking about how anakin, & of course obi-wan were all faring. turbulence on coruscant only seemed to be growing as things worsened across the galaxy, her own internal sense of turmoil included. she could not have been more relieved to know that they were both back in one piece. it did nothing for her worries of the senate's future, which seemed to be more & more fragile with each passing of emergency power to chancellor palpatine. but that was not conversation for an open hallway - nor a priority for the first time she'd seen him in months.

with arms loosely wrapped around her knees, padmé sat on the other side of the campfire. her gaze was directed at the dancing flames, mind far away from the present time. time... ironically enough, this very thought was the one that brought her soul back to her body. exhaling 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲, the senator straightened her hunched posture and allowed her eyes to travel from the campfire to the jedi. she wondered if he'd managed to get any sleep — the two had, after a battle of duty-centered arguments, agreed to keep watch in turns till the sun would rise. watching his back, his figure lying on his side on top of his cloak, she felt almost sorry for having to soon interrupt his rest. still, promises were meant to be kept. ❝ obi-wan ❞, she called once, getting no response. after waiting a little longer, padmé stood up and took a few steps closer, kneeling down to place her hand on his shoulder. she shook it carefully. ❝ obi-wan. ❞

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should the 13 year old be here this late at this hour and without proper supervision? probably not, but to be fair, his master is often well aware on her padawan's tendencies so it wouldn't be surprising if she found out. granted that he was still healing from recent surgery to add in the neural connectors for his new cybernetic appendage, but he'll be fine since he heals faster compared to his master.

he had been in the training room for the last hour, going through the motions with the bo staff to gauge his new arm's reflexes and potentially make any adjustments if he detects anything off. the teen was so engrossed in the movements that he didn't realize that there was another presence until corvus spotted the figure. "master kenobi!" the 13 year old squeaked out when he recognized the jedi master.

She’s felt his agony for days; distance hadn’t mattered, entire galaxies could have been separating him and she still would have felt this intensity of pain radiating from him. It had been so profound, so violent, that very nearly been a beacon on a map: finding him had been easy. Figuring out how to get there and get him out had been the hard part. 

Every day that’s gone by she’s worried will be one day too late, and yet she knows enough to know that if she rushes in and it’s for nothing, it will be worse for him. So she’s taken care, her only measure of comfort being the continuous pain she feels from him: as excruciating as it is, as long as she can feel him in pain, she knows he’s alive. 

" i don't wanna talk. "

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