Coming upon Obi-Wan hunched over and muttering over a pile of parts and wires, Padmé has to press her balled up hand to her mouth, hard to stay silent,but she cannot deny the pain her heart feels, the sniffle she tries to keep quiet, or tears that suddenly well up. It reminds her so achingly of Anakin, and the pain is just too fresh. She doubted that would pass soon, especially with Luke's eyes having the same shade of blue as his father's. She also couldn't, wouldn't, assume Obi-Wan wasn't aware of her upset, even if he may not know why.

"Do you need a break?" It's gentle and quiet, an offer but also something more - newborns are demanding, taking up much of Padmé's time, though to say she was anything but overjoyed to snuggle one or both of her babies to her breast would be a more brazen lie than Palpatine was trying to sell with the 'New Senate', but she would be glad for some time with an adult.