She turned away, but not before Anakin had seen the shine to her eyes. That stunned him. He was speechless for a moment, unsure of how to address that. Ahsoka had never cried before. He hadn't thought her capable. Snarls, snippy remarks, a few glares; he thought that would be her response if ever provoked in such a way. But now she was in tears.
He focused, letting his senses drift to her, and he felt the compassion, the confusion, the sorrow. Anakin stepped closer, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.