[Adele is braced for a lecture. Another round of 'accept and let go' or 'do not let your feelings control you' which she didn't. She represses them. It is what LeBlancs do. A simple fact of life she's known and has lived with since she was five. So at the lack of a lecture, at that sudden motion forward? She jerks back half a step, instinctive, terrified.
Violently terrified, a sharp swelling of panic and then there are arms around her and she can't breathe or think and she needs to move-
But it's not. Them. It's Obi-Wan. It's Ben. The panic and fear subside and she sags against him, resting her forehead on his shoulder. Tension wracks her slim frame for a heartbeat more before. A physical tell of a psychological terror, an emotional pain. By inches she relaxes, fingers curling in his robe like a child, breathing in the scent of warm, clean linen and the must from the tunnels. For the first time in years...
...you mean the gardener?
Violently terrified, a sharp swelling of panic and then there are arms around her and she can't breathe or think and she needs to move-
But it's not. Them. It's Obi-Wan. It's Ben. The panic and fear subside and she sags against him, resting her forehead on his shoulder. Tension wracks her slim frame for a heartbeat more before. A physical tell of a psychological terror, an emotional pain. By inches she relaxes, fingers curling in his robe like a child, breathing in the scent of warm, clean linen and the must from the tunnels. For the first time in years...
She felt safe.]