Padmé listens to him move about the kitchen for a few moments before opening a cupboard outside the room and removing a large folded blanket. One more stop and then she heads down to the lakefront, settling into a spot not far from where he'd been the day before. A stretch of sand and a trail of footprints for him to follow, and she sets out the blanket on a patch of tall grass, the blades easily bending at the weight. There's enough length to the blanket that she is able to sit on one edge and pull another up over her shoulders with plenty to spare.

When he comes upon her, she is holding a datapad in one hand, her eyes on the expanse of water reflecting the slowly lightening sky. The smile she offers him this time is slightly strained but more tired than anything.