Siri watched Anakin until he was out of sight, leaving her alone on the outcropping of rock with Obi-Wan. It made their closeness, the moonlight, her hand on his arm all the more... something she was keenly aware of, in a way that almost made her nervous. “It’s an understandable one,” she told him quietly. And it was... but she was having trouble with the cause of it. He’d felt her absence. And he’d felt it strongly enough that it woke him. That it... scared him.
That had to mean... It could only mean... Its possible meaning gave her far more hope than was appropriate for a Jedi.
But she felt it anyway.
“Thank you.” It wasn’t something she said, often. But she wanted him to know that she... appreciated it. Knowing that he would notice if... when she was gone. It was something she’d thought about once or twice, when the nightmare of her death had made her unable to sleep.