[It was only five floors. That was all. Only one more than she was comfortable with, and. Obi-Wan, Ben. He was going to be watching his life, the most significant events for the past decade or more, and then his future. It would be distressing, even for a Jedi and. Even in the midst of her frustrations, her self induced apparent apathy, she could not in good conscious let him sit through it alone. Needing to apologize for this, she knew he didn't understand, knew he meant well, and knew this. She'd given her word on this, for one, and it'd be unkind to show. He said he'd wanted her there.
Sedated and deliberately ignoring what lingering anxiety she suffered at this height she made her way up the stairs and slips into the apartment, blinking at everything. She had a basket in her hands, covered in a towel, and without anywhere she could see to put them she wanders over to Ben. Slowly. And clears her throat.]
THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT?
Sedated and deliberately ignoring what lingering anxiety she suffered at this height she made her way up the stairs and slips into the apartment, blinking at everything. She had a basket in her hands, covered in a towel, and without anywhere she could see to put them she wanders over to Ben. Slowly. And clears her throat.]
...Here I am.
[Wasn't that a brilliant way to apologize?]