As he's describing the day he usually spends in the Temple, Padmé feels a pang of regret for all that this arrangement is costing him. His life has changed, perhaps not entirely but more than enough to cause him difficulty. Disrupt his routine, force him to develop a new one... She wanted this change to be smooth and painless for him, but it appears that was a ridiculous and utterly naive hope.

Accepting the brush, she sets it on the vanity and turns to the side in her chair, looking up at the spot he indicates where she fondly remembers the braid that had hung there when they'd first met. Anakin is the one who wears it now, and those first days seem so long ago.

"That tiny braid was adorable, but I like your hair now much better. You look quite distinguished when you're not causing trouble," she informs him with a smile belying her own mischievous tendencies.