He's circumspect in watching her, not wanting her to realize how intently he does so. He wishes he knew how to heal her, how to fix this. It seems everything he's done only makes things worse.
"Please, don't trouble yourself," he says quietly. "I came uninvited, and unannounced." He won't tell her that the cold affects him more than even he had expected, after so many months in the desert of Tatooine. He will survive it.
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Patience.
If it takes years, if it takes a lifetime, he determines that he will help Padmé heal and become strong again.
"Please, don't trouble yourself," he says quietly. "I came uninvited, and unannounced." He won't tell her that the cold affects him more than even he had expected, after so many months in the desert of Tatooine. He will survive it.
He looks around the home, noticing the traces hinting at Padmé's current life. Work set out still, despite the lateness of the hour, the sparseness of her surroundings.