He closes his eyes at the contact, the closeness she's providing. It's been so long, first running around fighting a war, and then Anakin... now he's completely cut himself off from civilization...

His breath hitches, inhaling shakily at the touch of her hand, opening his eyes for a moment to truly look at her. "Padmé..."

Obi-Wan tilts his head forward, enough to brush a soft, lingering kiss against the edge of her lips.