The days he spends in the Temple are, for better or worse, few and far between, as even now he and Anakin are getting sent on more missions. The death of his own Master left a void in the Jedi roster: instead of gaining a new Knight along with his former teacher, they broke out even, with another Jedi and his Padawan - a Knight who was familiar with the sort of missions Qui-Gon would be sent on. And so Obi-Wan found himself continuing the same work he'd done as an apprentice, scrambling to remember that now he is the teacher, meant to impart wisdom to his student. He isn't sure what that wisdom is supposed to be, but he's trying.

"That 'tiny braid,'" he intones with a smile, "was a sign of great accomplishment. The severing of it, an even greater one."

Reaching up to stroke his beard pretentiously, he ducks down until his head is level with Padmé's, their cheeks almost touching as he looks at himself in the mirror. "I think we make quite the pair." He shifts his gaze to look at her reflection. "Neither of us looks nearly as headstrong and feisty as we are."