Siri was more relieved than she should have been that he stopped. That he didn’t pull away from her. That would have bothered her more than she cared to admit. Bothered her more than she should admit at all, even to herself. But she let her hand linger on his arm, making no move to let go.
I’m sorry. I should have told you. She looked startled for a moment, her eyes searching his. I’m not hiding from anything. Why would I? There was no one she would ever need to hide from, here. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind; she hadn’t considered the possibilities of the technique Anakin had taught her until moments ago, when she’d instinctively hidden what she was feeling in the Force. But she wouldn’t – couldn’t – hide from Obi-Wan.
It’s a technique that didn’t exist when we were at the Temple. I just... wanted to learn it, for the sake of learning. There was no need to mention that it served as a pleasant distraction from nightmares and her inability to sleep.