[She is frozen where she is, gaze flickering, as if this is some mirage, some falsehood, some dream, or fantasy, or even nightmare... As if it might all come crumbling down before her, again. Yet he isn't acting like he had been, in a manner that was so unlike the man she had fallen in love with and wed.
Can he know how comforting it is to hear him talk as he usually would, to know he is flirting with her about her dress (she can easily remember the last time she has worn it), and she finds her shoulders slumping, a sharp breath exhaled suddenly.
It might not be the best time, she is moving forward, and any witnesses be damned, hugging him. Him. A part of her could stay there all day, but the world is still moving on around them, and as she steps back, her eyes search his out again.] I just- I don't understand, Ani. What happened on Mustafar?
[Obi-Wan's expression... She knows that they had been like brothers, but it had been shattered. What is happening here. What has happened to him.]
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Can he know how comforting it is to hear him talk as he usually would, to know he is flirting with her about her dress (she can easily remember the last time she has worn it), and she finds her shoulders slumping, a sharp breath exhaled suddenly.
It might not be the best time, she is moving forward, and any witnesses be damned, hugging him. Him. A part of her could stay there all day, but the world is still moving on around them, and as she steps back, her eyes search his out again.] I just- I don't understand, Ani. What happened on Mustafar?
[Obi-Wan's expression... She knows that they had been like brothers, but it had been shattered. What is happening here. What has happened to him.]