Obi-Wan didn't remember much about the night before. He remembered going for a drink, of course. He remembered having a very good time. But the rest was blurry. Or it was as he slowly began to return to consciousness, groaning and stretching his body against the bed. The dull headache had begun to set in, and his stomach was a bit sick, but he managed to crack an eye open just long enough to ee the vision before him.
Valkyrie. Wait, what was she doing here? Ben had opened his eyes enough to stare at her, his body calm as the scenarios returned. And slowly, he smiled, pushing himself up and watching her closely. "You're leaving?"
Of course, she was. That made sense. Yet, he might have been surprised with how quickly she was ready to go. "I mean, it's your choice. But um...I could make breakfast?" He reached up to rub his eyes, trying not to yawn. Last night had been...amazing. Hardly his first, but the first in a long time.