Anakin was on his way to check on Shmi when he paused in his steps, looking at the Mandalorian. After a moment of quiet observation, he pulled himself together, straightened his posture, and inclined his head in a polite bow.
"Mirta Gev," he said. "I'm glad to see you have rejoined us." Though his face didn't betray it, there was relief sweeping through the Jedi. He hadn't wanted Mirta dead, and had wanted even less to kill her. But he had, as was her request. The only peace he could have granted her at tha time.