Some days, she envies those like the Jedi who essentially wear a uniform most of the time. She can certainly appreciate how easy it makes it for her handmaidens, when they have their own 'uniforms' they all wear. But then she remembers the influence an outfit can have on a meeting, the confidence it can give her when addressing the Senate, the way it can make her feel. Truthfully, she'd even grown to enjoy the elaborate costumes she'd worn as queen, though she didn't miss the equally elaborate headdresses.

She accepts that sweet kiss with a smile and watches him go with a lingering gaze before returning her attention to the task at hand. After cleaning herself up a bit in the fresher, she changes into a pair of leggings and a tunic-length dress, the leggings a light brown and the dress a deep blue with subtle shifts in the color like the movement of water on a lake's surface. The three-quarter sleeves aren't tight but nor are they loose, and she pulls on her own pair of fine boots to match his -- though, hers are much shorter. Her hair is pulled up into a relatively simple long tail; she only adds around six braids to give it definition and height, the braids wrapped around the rest of her hair and then left to hang and frame the gently curling dark brown waves.

Heading downstairs, there's an almost bounce in her step as she enters the kitchen, a lightness buoying her especially as she catches sight of Obi-Wan there waiting for her. She's right on time, so he can't have been waiting long, but even if he had, he seems so happy to be there. So content with his life and present circumstance that it warms her heart and just swells the affection she already feels toward him.

"Did you find everything you need?"