Drifting between wakefulness and sleep, Padmé feels warm, safe, and content. The memories of the last months are kept at bay by the solid presence of another beside her, but that awareness slips into something else at the touch of a hand to her shoulder and those soft words.

Anakin. The second the name forms in her mind, she remembers everything. Her husband's fall, the loss of her children, the life she now wakes to each day. All of it presses against her chest and when she opens her eyes to look up at Obi-Wan--

"Thank you," she murmurs in return, sitting up slowly and visibly struggling to pull herself together. Hopefully he'll think it's just her trying to fully wake rather than her attempt at combating crushing grief.