Their time together is like a balm to her soul, like wrapping a blanket around the raw pain she's carried in her heart. It's easier to breathe, her thoughts are lighter, and she forgets that she's lost more than one person should ever have to bear.

Padmé sleeps well that night, better than she has in months, warm and safe in Obi-Wan's arms. It's only when sunlight begins to filter into the tiny house that she stirs, shifting slightly with a soft murmur.