She'd been dealing with a lot lately. Her friend Yang hadn't been having a good month, she low-key worried about her fiance's dreams, well, killing her or turning her evil. And now Anakin. Oh Anakin.
But she'd listen, she'd always listen. She listened as Anakin spoke, knowing that just getting the words out helped, as hard as it might be.
"She was real, Anakin. She was real. She existed."