"Yes. Sure. I can bring more over later if you want." Anakin wriggled out of her jeans, but there was a stage in a relationship that involved switching underwear and Anakin and Rahne were not at that stage. Still, the bra issue was probably going to come up sooner or later.
She tossed the jeans in Rahne's direction, wincing when she heard a slightly fleshier impact noise than she had been hoping for. "I'm sorry. You okay?" It was this stupid body. It was distracting, throwing off her perceptions. Ordinarily the Force would have guided her. Anakin could feel it just as strongly as ever, but in a different and foreign way, like walking from artificial gravity to real gravity.