For the time they are together, Obi-Wan thinks of nothing but her, forgets the pain and guilt he's been living with, the uncertainty he's been fighting these last long months. Even as they lie together afterward, the heartache and pain is slow to return, gradual and, for the moment at least, easy to ignore.

On the edge of sleep, with the fire warm at his back and Padmé pressing warmth to his front, Obi-Wan remembers the premonitory dream he'd had that had sent him to check on her in the first place. Will this allay the vision, or when he leaves will she work herself harder, bereft of his dubious comfort and company?

He pulls Padmé closer to him, resting his cheek against her hair, praying he hasn't just made things worse, for either of them. Because he is not a solitary creature by nature, and these past months have been hard on him even without all the recriminating thoughts he's dealt with; just being so isolated has taken its toll more than he realized.