Her answering smile lit up her face as she crossed the space between them, lightly brushing her fingers against the waistcoat. This had to be strange for him. “Well, I couldn’t let you flounder,” she teased gently. She’d almost never acknowledged thank yous, in all the time they’d known each other. But now... “You’re welcome, Obi-Wan. I’m glad I could help.” Her words were quiet, meant for him and him alone.
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