Surprisingly, Obi-Wan sleeps most of the night peacefully as well. It's Padmé moving beside him that wakes him, and he stretches with a quiet groan. "It's morning?" he questions into the silence, sitting up and scrubbing his hands over his face. His beard needs trimmed, he notices faintly, even as he glances down at Padmé beside him.

He reaches out to brush his hand over her hair, but stops and lets his hand fall beside her head instead. Taking comfort from physical intimacy is one thing - he's afraid to let the affection he has for her grow. Not because he's a Jedi who shouldn't form attachments - although look how well that worked out with his Padawan, he thinks with a grimace - but if he grows too attached to Padmé... It would be such an easy thing, and disastrous in the long run.

Brushing his hand over her shoulder, he murmurs, "I hate to disturb your well-earned rest, but morning has come."