Artooey. On their way back. "Oh, stang," Anakin muttered as she explained where she had been, shaking his head slightly. She was from that first mission on Tatooine. (Why did everything go back to that one wretched planet? Of all the planets, in all the systems, in all the galaxy, the one he could never escape was Tatooine.)
You've changed.
The words fell between them, silence echoing once they were spoken. Anakin dropped his gaze. "That was... a long time ago. For me." So much had happened since then. So much. Lifetimes.
Hearing a snicker, Anakin looked up and to the right. There were some people on the street across from them, pointing and sniggering at the Jedi and his Padawan. Anakin narrowed his eyes in a glare, but turned his attention back to Ahsoka. He reached up, and unhooked the hod from his robes, passing it to her to wrap herself in. "Cover up," he said. "This planet... they don't know Tagrutas. They get frightened of things they don't understand."
He smirked. "I wouldn't want you to have to bite one of them."