Bail and Breha Organa. [...were my mother and father is on the tip of her tongue, but speaking more than their names before the woman who bore her seems disrespectful. There must be space to love all three of them, her mother and the parents she knew, but at least to begin with, it feels safer to divide that affection somewhat.] They were very kind to me, but they couldn't tell me much about you. For my safety, of course.

[It occurs to her to wonder just how much of those safety precautions were things Padmé had planned for her children. Had she known that they'd be raised so far from each other? Had she decided that would be the case? How had she chosen that one would have everything in the world and the other, nothing?

She's not sure, and she's not sure she'll want to hear the answers Padmé has. But she knows she'll have to ask eventually.]

When...I'm sorry if this is a difficult question to answer, but how long did you know us? I know we were very young, but...

[But this is something I wanted to hear from you, not Obi-Wan or Anakin.]