Obi-Wan finds himself tracking the motion of Padmé's hand as she touches her hair. He takes a slow, steady breath in, centering himself and focusing on the conversation at hand, pushing away the thoughts lingering just on the edge of his mind. He cannot examine them now, but he will have to deal with whatever is troubling him, and soon. Perhaps he will meditate before retiring to bed. He's not sure Padmé has ever learned meditation - if she has, he will ask if she'll join him, and if not, he will offer to teach her. With her stressful schedule, it will probably do her well.

Ah, there is something they have in common, as well. "So what you're saying is," he begins with a small, teasing smile, "that the library will be the most used, most well-stocked room in the entire house? With the most comfortable furniture I imagine as well; one doesn't want to sit for hours on end on a hard surface."