“Have you finished with that side?” Anakin asked. If Helena had, Anakin was ready with the next part which he’d taken to fiddling with in his hands.
“Padmé’s patient, she was a senator. Someone like that is born with a seeming bottomless well of patience. Seems to be a requirement for the job.” He gave a final tweak to the device in his hand, twisting the two halves about the middle to align nodes in the right configuration. “My lack of education about emotions might have caused an argument or two, but she’s long-suffering when ‘deprogramming my Jedi upbringing,’ as she calls it.”
Anakin stood up as it was easier to attach the next piece while standing.
“What did Myka say?” He wasn’t sure if he should be asking this, but he was taking a gamble that Helena wanted to continue talking about this subject. If she didn’t and backed away from the topic, he would respect her wishes.