She couldn't ask for anyone better to share her grief with. Obi-Wan has always been a dear friend, their shared bond with Anakin helping to bridge their own relationship, and now it's grief and regret that they hold in common, along with a hope for a better future.

"My dear friend," she murmurs, reaching up to set her hands over his. "Always so suave, even when our world has ended." With a small smile, she leans up to close the distance between them again, her lips on his as she tries to drink him in like a woman dying of thirst. She needs him, and she believes he needs her too.