That he would sense the sudden removal of her presence in the Force. That it would worry him enough to come searching for her. He noticed the absence of her presence in the Force. Enough that it woke him.
Her mind raced, going through all the possibilities. But she was wrong. She had to be wrong. The conclusion she was coming to had to be wrong. It wasn’t possible that... She thought...
For a moment hope fluttered in her chest so hard it caught her off-guard. She should have put away her feelings for Obi-Wan long ago. But she’d failed. She’d refused to dwell on the memories that led to the decision they’d made so long ago, yes. She didn’t regret the decision that they’d made. But she hadn’t let go of her feelings the way that she should have. She’d buried them. Ignored them. Hidden them away so deep that no one else could possibly have sensed them. Played the part of someone who was obviously a better Jedi than she was.
But she wasn’t. And she hadn’t.
And now he was leaving, still leaking the same emotions as before. Siri was on her feet and closing the distance between almost before she’d consciously chosen to do so, her hand curling gently around his arm. She wanted him to stop, but she would not force him to stay. I’m sorry. Her projection was hasty, but she meant her apology with all her heart. He knew her, knew how much she hated saying those words. But she said them to him without effort, without conscious thought or hesitation. She hadn’t meant to worry him.