Leaning beside her, Obi-Wan presses against her side, a solid line of warmth to help ground and comfort her. "While I don't intend at all to make light of the situation - it is drastic and will need to be dealt with - is there anything you can do at this moment?" he questions gently. "Is there anything that cannot wait at least until after you've eaten? It sounds silly, but making decisions on an empty stomach is a poor choice, and often leads to mistakes."

He nods to the counter full of ingredients. "Tell me what to do, and I'll help cook. And then, tell me what to do and I will help you with anything else." There's a pause. "Just remember, I'm not overly fond of politics, so my suggestions might be complete bantha shite."