Having her hair brushed for her has been Padmé's refuge from the stresses of the day, those few minutes lifting the weight from her shoulders and letting her truly relax both physically and mentally. These moments with Obi-Wan are no different, and by the time he's moving the brush over the back of her head, she feels a bit like warm clay.

She sighs deeply and looks at him in the mirror with tiredness hugging her features. "Is your life very structured in the Temple?" she asks quietly, the question perhaps seeming to come out of nowhere. It's concern that has her asking; she wants him to be as happy as he can be in this new life.