"Thank you," she murmured to the little droid as she took the package, understanding the request despite her rusty binary. The tea had steeped by the time the fire was crackling to life, and with a deep breath, Padmé carefully carried the two cups and dish of fruit to the small table beside the chairs.

"Feeling better?" There was a knowing look in her eyes as she settled into a chair, wrapping her hands around her own cup. The tea was strong but soothing, and she hoped it would help him through this, whatever this was. He looked as if his world had just been upended and her heart went out to him for it.