He couldn’t have been more wrong; in her mind he was (although she would never admit it, aloud or otherwise) the better Jedi out of the two of them. That mission undercover with Krayn had changed her, made her... eccentric, for a Jedi. For a proper Jedi, anyway. Restless, less inclined to listen wholeheartedly to the Council. At least, less likely to hide it.
Obi-Wan was the best Jedi she knew.
She’d said the words to make him angry; she’d wanted to make him angry, as much as she might have meant them at the time. She had been out to get him, after all. But as he’d told her back on the ship with Talesan... this had always been there. And he was right, of course. It had always been there.
It had always been him.
And when it came to how she felt about him, she never hid what she was feeling. Not from him. In that respect she was as open as she could be. She wanted him, needed him to know how she felt about him. When he sought another kiss she pulled him to her, one hand sliding out of his hair to take a handful of his shirt and draw him with her further into her room as they kissed.