Siri hadn’t meant to be so open with her thoughts. She hadn’t made that sort of mistake in a very long time. Son of a Gundark. She nodded, meeting his gaze a moment when he glanced at her over his shoulder, before looking away. There was something oddly reassuring about Obi-Wan making tea. “Nothing important. I simply couldn’t sleep.” It was partially the truth; after the dreams she could never fall back asleep. She was still doing her best to avoid speaking about her death with Obi-Wan, although it was harder now, as tired and uneasy as she was.
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