The kettle burbles and she picks it up off the stove before it can shriek, flipping the control to turn off the heating element. She speaks as she pours the water over the leaves in the strainer, trying to keep her hands steady and managing to suppress all but the slightest tremor.

"I know that, all of it," she stresses quietly. "Their safety is all that matters to me now. But I'm not-- I would still ask it of you. Because it hurts and I'm not--" She isn't strong anymore. The woman who had fought to save the galaxy was gone, she'd died with the Republic and everything else she held dear.

Setting the kettle and strainer aside, she picks up the two cups and steps closer to him, holding out one cup with a deceptively steady hand. "You cannot give in when I ask you. You have to keep them safe, promise me that and nothing else."