At the door Anakin looked to the end of the hall and his smile turned into a little pout. The wing was normal sized for a hospital, but not as big as his hopes and energy demanded.
“Maybe we could go around twice?” He said, turning to look down at Padmé.
But he caught her expression, something about the set of her eyes, determination, yes, but also weariness was there. It sobered him. The joking tone was discarded.