Having him help let down her hair, becoming a part of her nightly routine, cements how perfectly at ease Padmé is with Obi-Wan. He's assumed a role reserved for those closest to her, and already he fits it well, his fingers deftly uncovering all the pins and ties and sending her hair cascading down her back. Her hair has always had a natural curl to it, and the addition of the braids has only helped the illusion that her hair is much shorter than it really is, hitting shoulder blades instead of waist.

"Would you mind?" she asks him once they've finished undoing all the braids and various layers in the intricate design. She holds up a brush for him, hoping her observation is correct and that having something to do will help him find a sense of peace and belonging here.