The corner of Obi-Wan's mouth flutters, an attempt to maintain that reassuring expression but it slips, falls from him like a mask. He moves closer; shoots a glance over at the two matching bassinets, peers in at them to reassure himself that Luke and Leia are fine, too. And he keeps his voice low and steady and quiet, to not disturb the sleeping children.
He's moved close enough that his blue eyes (they'd always made him look younger than his years, boyish and a little mischievous, but now he just looks tired) can pore over Padmé's face, trying to measure her condition. The exhausted shadows under her eyes, which would have been unthinkable when she was in office or royalty, all signs of weakness of vulnerability typically hidden under makeup. And when he looks further down...
Those dark bruises on her neck, still livid. No wonder she has trouble speaking.
He clears his own throat; feels a sympathetic ache, or the strain of his own bitten-back tears. "We can have Dormé bring in some more water, or perhaps some honeyed tea."
Honeyed tea won't fix anything — can't fix anything — but he, too, is spinning and spiraling out, in search of anything he can do for her.
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Date: 2022-06-21 02:37 am (UTC)He's moved close enough that his blue eyes (they'd always made him look younger than his years, boyish and a little mischievous, but now he just looks tired) can pore over Padmé's face, trying to measure her condition. The exhausted shadows under her eyes, which would have been unthinkable when she was in office or royalty, all signs of weakness of vulnerability typically hidden under makeup. And when he looks further down...
Those dark bruises on her neck, still livid. No wonder she has trouble speaking.
He clears his own throat; feels a sympathetic ache, or the strain of his own bitten-back tears. "We can have Dormé bring in some more water, or perhaps some honeyed tea."
Honeyed tea won't fix anything — can't fix anything — but he, too, is spinning and spiraling out, in search of anything he can do for her.