"Why me? Why not Anakin?"
She smiled and held his gaze.
"Perhaps it's because whenever I see Anakin, I see him standing close to you…"
It was never meant to happen this way.
Yoda sat stiffly, his sad eyes never leaving the girls pale body. The medical droids moved continuously around her, monitoring her, healing her, helping her survive. But he knew she would survive, the force was strong with her. Surprisingly strong considering the state he had found her in. Trapped in the darkness for almost a year, a year after months of unbearable pain.
He watched her eyes flutter underneath her eyelids. Whenever she woke up, she would be in pain. But he would help her. He would train her. Yoda felt he owed her late father that much.
"What can we do?" Asked his friend, who sat beside him, his dark eyes also trained on the girl they had rescued.
"Help her, we must. Want her titles and name, she will not… Wishes to forget I sense she will." Yoda replied rather somberly.
Mace Windu turned and looked at Yoda with a raised eyebrow.
"You're going to train her?"
Yoda turned to him with raised eyebrows, leaning heavily on his staff, weary from the fight.
"Hide her and her powers, we must; Becoming Grey Jedi, mask them it will. Train her I will, keep her close." He reasoned.
Mace nodded once but looked cautious.
"And the crown? Her royal status?" He said his eyes turning back to her.
Yoda turned his own eyes turned back to the almost lifeless girl. Already the droids were changing her blood soaked bandages, the wounds on her back too deep. The young girl would be scared for life, her identity hidden for her own safety. For her own life. He sighed heavily.
"Hide them and her from the world we will… until ready, she is."