Having Obi-Wan that close, she doesn't feel the least bit uncomfortable or nervous, the returning flutters in her chest feeling warm and right. Her Jedi protector, her friend, her companion for the days to come. There is no possible way she would have been anywhere near as at ease with anyone else, and so despite her guilt at the difficulties he'll face, she's so very grateful for having him in her life in this way.

"I have no doubt that will work to our benefit," she pronounces with knowing amusement before smoothly turning her head to press a brief kiss to that whispered cheek. The contact lasts only a second, then she's rising from the chair and pulling her long hair over her shoulder. With practiced motions, she plaits the dark strands loosely, tying off the end and leaving the length curled over that shoulder.

"Which side do you prefer?" It's asked with a nod to the bed, which is more than large enough for the both of them.