Anakin looked up, catching the description of the fish. That sounded lonely, never being able to be with others because your instincts compelled you to fight all the time. He might not get along with hardly anyone at the Temple, but he couldn’t imagine never being around anyone else. Maybe that’s what it was like being Master Windu?
“You would teach me?” He asked her. An unsolicited offer of instruction happened rarely in Anakin’s life. Perhaps even the last time was Master Qui-Gon’s offer to teach how to be a Jedi. Every offer after that was because he had been thrust into the unwilling care of the Jedi and it was a task they viewed as necessary, not desirous. Needless to say, he found the young woman’s offer too good to be true to trust on face value. He was hesitant.