After one last glance to the boys her Master had just sent off, Ahsoka fell into step with Anakin easily, though as always there was the determined purpose to keep her pace up to match his longer strides. Though montrals and head-tails were still concealed by the hood, her face was still visible and upturned attentively, awaiting his explanation. She wasn't expecting anything as to what the answer would be, but had she been, what he said would have been nothing close to anything she could dream up.
What he said was enough to divert her attention from his noticeable mid-word shift, at least for the moment.
"Stories." She walked in silence after saying that one word aloud, puzzling out the strangeness of being told not only had they been pulled from places familiar, but that all she knew to be real was actually fiction in this place, even though she could feel the Force around her and feel those within it. It was ultimately that that settled at least this for her, with determination and a touch of child-like simplicity in her certainty.
She grinned at him again. "They'll just have to believe it now, won't they, Skyguy?"