Really, she knows that and doesn't need it said. Except she does, even in his taciturn way, and relieved, she turned back against Obi-Wan, leaning heavily against him, sniffling for a moment. "Thank you." It's less than whispered, more air with the barest hint of word, but relief colored her regardless and some the tension she was feeling slipped away.

"A month ago I thought I was safe. I was planning how to set up the nursery, trying to figure out how to explain my deception to you. My parents, my sister, they would have understood. Maybe not approved, but I've always done things my own way. But I've been lying to you for a long time, and I've felt so guilty. Now, you're the only friend I have left, and I don't know what I'd do without you. Or them." Which is to say, she's felt guilty, but not really sorry for her deception or plotting behind his back over Anakin. She loved him then, and even now she hasn't stopped, even if she was sure he'd shattered her heart beyond repair.

But his joke at least made her laugh, even as she wipes at her face. "You know, I seem to remember my sister swearing newborns slept a lot. Guess no one told them."