[She has often questioned, within her own mind, the necessity that the Order places upon Jedi. Even now, in this moment, she knows that love is no weakness. Whoever or whatever is behind this has provided, in a sense, that second chance that she would otherwise not have been granted. And here, as she is understanding, there need be no deception to who they are and who they can be.
She breathes him in, body, mind and soul, and oh. Yes, there is a small laugh at that. There he is again, the man she wed and loved, with that charisma that draws eyes to him, who people seem drawn to, to simply be within the same vicinity as he. There is a delicate squeeze given upon his arm, the corner of her own lips twisting ever so teasingly up. Small steps. One at a time. But always forward, she promises herself, and while there may be times when a pause is required, never backwards.]
Unless I'm looking for the engine room, I know better than to ask.
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Padmé has always had that stubborn streak and has always stood by her beliefs even if others questioned them. Her instincts have often taken her down the correct path, and while sometimes there might be hindrances in the way, she has come to trust them, as she did with Dooku, as she did with her faith in Anakin. She can be there, not behind closed doors in the privacy of the residence, but in public, to offer what need be offered, whether support or a soft reminder. Anything, and everything.
She breathes him in, body, mind and soul, and oh. Yes, there is a small laugh at that. There he is again, the man she wed and loved, with that charisma that draws eyes to him, who people seem drawn to, to simply be within the same vicinity as he. There is a delicate squeeze given upon his arm, the corner of her own lips twisting ever so teasingly up. Small steps. One at a time. But always forward, she promises herself, and while there may be times when a pause is required, never backwards.]
Unless I'm looking for the engine room, I know better than to ask.