He's been on planets where the Force moves darkly. He's been on planets touched by the Dark Side and even one ruled by the ancient Sith. But there is something about what was done on Mustafar, how the Dark Side was used to warp and change it, that makes him uneasy. It isn't the planet in chaos, constantly trying to rip itself apart and rebirth it's self. It's the Dark which clings like a thick layer of grime to everything. Including him.

Padmé's own emotional state is a cacophonous rush along his senses, it makes him even more uneasy than he is already, Dark verses Light, his actions and his fears verses what he knows to be right, they war in him, tear at him. It's too much, too loud, too everything for him to beginning to focus, to settle.

But in the moment she's in his arms, when he can wrap his arms around her, letting the heavy wool of his cloak wrap around her and shield her from the ash and embers on the air, dampen the intense heat some, when he can tuck her against his chest and feel her against him. It's then Dark and fears and too recent horrors fade a bit. His love for her, for their family, is so bright a force of Light inside him it's blinding. "Frightened?" Anakin moves to kiss her, deep and strong but gentle at the same time. "I'm all right. I promised I'd come back to you." Lifting his left hand, he softly strokes her face, her skin is hot and damp. She's been crying, he realizes and it makes him pull her in close, tight.