His motions with the brush stay fluid and easy, but Obi-Wan inhales deeply, a contemplative look crossing his face as he raises his eyes to some point over her head, considering the question.
"Only by choice," he finally answers. "It was more-so during my days as a Padawan between missions, so I find some comfort in having a routine, but I'm not out-of-sorts when I have to do something else. But typically I rise early, eat and meditate - and then go to kick Anakin out of bed," he says with a chuckle. "Then it becomes somewhat more structured, due to his training. Practicing and discussing different fighting forms and techniques, lunch, and then my time is my own again as he studies. Typically I try to get him to meditate before supper, though that's..." his lips press together in exasperation. "Well, easier said than done, most days."
Like wrangling a small child. Anakin never had to go through the training younglings do, so he's not familiar with calming and centering himself - or at least faking it for the requisite time meditation lasts, as so many of them do. Obi-Wan remembers faking it, but at some point it turned into real meditation, without him noticing. He thinks that's true for a lot of the younglings. There are so many things Anakin has missed out on in his training. And now his teacher will be split between his training, and guarding the Senator.
They'll work something out; Obi-Wan just hopes his student's learning doesn't suffer too much before everything settles again.
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"Only by choice," he finally answers. "It was more-so during my days as a Padawan between missions, so I find some comfort in having a routine, but I'm not out-of-sorts when I have to do something else. But typically I rise early, eat and meditate - and then go to kick Anakin out of bed," he says with a chuckle. "Then it becomes somewhat more structured, due to his training. Practicing and discussing different fighting forms and techniques, lunch, and then my time is my own again as he studies. Typically I try to get him to meditate before supper, though that's..." his lips press together in exasperation. "Well, easier said than done, most days."
Like wrangling a small child. Anakin never had to go through the training younglings do, so he's not familiar with calming and centering himself - or at least faking it for the requisite time meditation lasts, as so many of them do. Obi-Wan remembers faking it, but at some point it turned into real meditation, without him noticing. He thinks that's true for a lot of the younglings. There are so many things Anakin has missed out on in his training. And now his teacher will be split between his training, and guarding the Senator.
They'll work something out; Obi-Wan just hopes his student's learning doesn't suffer too much before everything settles again.
Finding himself brushing the same spots with ease, Obi-Wan reluctantly lets Padmé's hair fall from his hand, offering her the brush back. "I imagine you braid it for sleep," he comments, before offering her another smile. "Simple braids are one thing I'm quite familiar with doing. Especially tiny ones." He reaches up to touch behind his ear; his hair has grown much longer and covers the spot, but he still remembers exactly where his Padawan braid had originated.