It's a Handmaiden Thing

Tonra: Do you want me to answer as a friend or as a therapist?

Sabé: As a friend.

Padme: You can’t talk to my husband for more than ten minutes.

the fact that the handmaidens all joined the rebellion and formed a post mortem padmé defence squad that guarded her tomb and what was hidden inside when they weren't busy sabotaging the empire-

or the fact that they collectively beat Vader's crispy mechanical bootie when he even tried to get near it

Padmé: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Funny: Padmé and her handmaidens loaded all those dresses onto the ship while they were running for their lives.

HILARIOUS: The dresses on board the starcruiser are Padmé's b-side, emergency back-up clothes, and Rabé never lets Eirtaé hear the end of it.

Padmé: *make it

Padmé: Do not machete your way through this.

I need Anakin’s Troopers and Padmé’s Handmaidens to interact

Picture this:

Rex and Sabé both standing inconspicuously outside a broom closet playing lookout for Padmé and Anakin.

“So…see any good Holos lately?” Sabé asks.

“I don’t have off time to watch holos.”

“Oh.”

“Do you think we’ll be able to leave soon.” Rex says.

*crashing in closet*

Or both of them running around the coruscant underworld trying to steal the space camera or whatever off this reporter who caught a picture of Anakin and Padmé together. And they’re just the most awkward duo, and their fighting styles don’t work together at all, but they’re trying their best okay

And it ends with Sabé and Rex sitting in this crappy dinner on the lower levels. Sabé’s robes are just ruined, stained and torn and Rex has lost like half his gear and he’s got ash on his face, and it’s just like that scene at the end of Avengers and they’re just so tired like-