They had always worked together well, their friendship built on shared experiences and respect before it had become its own entity. Before their love for Anakin had tied them even more closely together... as their grief would do from now on.

Padmé watched him for a moment, wondering for a moment if he'd ever done anything like this in his life, before sighing quietly. "I would help if you asked, no matter what I was doing," she informed him gently, without any note of irritation or upset. But then she shifted her stance, hands going to hips as her tone became a fraction more playful. "However, if you fall through the roof, you will most certainly be cleaning the mess yourself."