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Siri Tachi (neverlosefocus) wrote in makebelievelog,

Her gaze lingered on Obi-Wan for a moment. He’d closed off the emotions he was feeling, but he was leaking them around the edges. The same agitation, the same intense relief... but there was hurt now, too, mingling with all the rest. She never liked it when she sensed that from him; made a part of her want to do something to fix it. Which was the wrong sort of response for a Jedi to have, but there was that part of her that had it anyway, deep enough down that she could keep it to herself. And she never acted on it. Which was the important thing.

Oh.

That explained the pyjamas and the bare feet. She looked between the two of them. “I wanted to put what Anakin has been teaching into practice.” And make use of her inability to sleep, but that didn’t need mentioning. “I didn’t think...” She frowned. Shouldn’t they have both been asleep? Would her silencing her presence in the Force been enough to wake both Anakin and Obi-Wan from sound sleep? And why hadn’t Anakin simply told Obi-Wan what she was doing instead of trekking all the way up there? The questions only led to more confusion. “I didn’t think it would wake anyone.”

He was concerned. Because he thought she’d been returned home. That was... that wasn’t a surprise. But it caught her by it none-the-less. Even though it shouldn’t. They were friends. They’d been friends a very long time. And he knew what she would be going back to. But his concern sent him out in his pyjamas in the middle of the night to find her. That was...

There was the quietest flutter of some nameless emotion in her chest, quickly kept silent in the Force.