The embrace is probably more welcome than words anyway, Obi-Wan's form solid and warm, more present than turbulent emotions or now dead dreams. And so she stays, leaning against his shoulder until he's willing to break the contact.
"Four Jedi for twenty infants and little ones sounds like not enough. Though it is sad that such an assignment was used for punishment, I always liked helping my sister with her children when I was home." Which wasn't nearly as often as she would have liked, now that she had two of her own to care for, and her mother, sister, grandparents, cousins, all so far away.
"I wasn't going to hand my child over to the creche. That's why I didn't tell you I was expecting. I didn't want to put you in the middle. Or hurt you." She makes the confession quietly, but there's no wavering in her voice, her mind long made up. It was a privilege of social rank, even if, considering Palpatine, one that wasn't always a great idea, to be able to refuse a 'request' from the Jedi.
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"Four Jedi for twenty infants and little ones sounds like not enough. Though it is sad that such an assignment was used for punishment, I always liked helping my sister with her children when I was home." Which wasn't nearly as often as she would have liked, now that she had two of her own to care for, and her mother, sister, grandparents, cousins, all so far away.
"I wasn't going to hand my child over to the creche. That's why I didn't tell you I was expecting. I didn't want to put you in the middle. Or hurt you." She makes the confession quietly, but there's no wavering in her voice, her mind long made up. It was a privilege of social rank, even if, considering Palpatine, one that wasn't always a great idea, to be able to refuse a 'request' from the Jedi.