Authoress Notes: ...Yeah. Gave into my AniSoka urge. Mmhm.

Claim: I own...well. I own whatever you don't know as belonging to anyone else. Like Amaryllis, which is the planet from my other Star Wars fic. :P Disregards the events of Igni et Cinere, as it would be spoilers~

Disclaim: There would be moar AniSoka moments, though of the brother-sister type. Like at the end of Wookie Hunt.

Track: Vale Decem, Flowers for a Ghost

"Don't worry about it, Master. I'm not your padawan anymore."

"Don't get cocky, Snips."

A sigh. "Yes, Master."

"Ahsoka."

"Yes, Master?"

"Be careful, alright? I'll see you when you get back."

"Of course, Master."

Outside of the medic room, Anakin stared at the wall, fingers laced together. Footsteps echoed down the hall, stopping just before him. Glancing up, Anakin's blue eyes met brown. "Master."

"How is she?" Obi-Wan's voice was quiet, and he took a seat beside Anakin when he sighed.

"They haven't said anything yet." Silence. "It's my fault, Master. I should have gone with her."

"Anakin, it was her mission. You can't be with her all the time."

"I'm her Master, Master!" Anger laced Anakin's voice, but the fury died away as he sighed, suddenly looking drained as he sank back down from where he had risen so quickly, forehead meeting his joined hands. "I was her Master. She was my responsibility. And I failed her."

"Anakin, you can't blame yourself. It does nothing for anyone." Ever the voice of reason, Obi-Wan's tone was still soft and sympathetic to Anakin's plight as he laid a hand upon Anakin's shoulder. "She's strong, Anakin, and Rex and the others got her here quickly enough. She'll be fine."

There was still an undercurrent of worry in his tone, one that made Anakin recall that he was not the only one who cared for Ahsoka - and he sighed again. "I'm sorry, Master."

It was then that the door to the medic room opened, and Anakin jumped to his feet, anxious for any sort of news. "Is she alright?"

"She is resting," spoke the matron, her tone soft, "but you may see her, if that will help."

He moved to go in, but Obi-Wan's voice stopped him. "There's something you're not telling us, isn't there?"

The matron sighed. "Her vitals are all strong and healthy. But she did sustain quite a blow to the head, and I am uncertain if there will be side-effects once she awakes. But for now..." she trailed off, and Anakin understood the undertone.

Be happy she's alive.

Entering the room, Anakin approached the bed in which Ahsoka lay. Her silka bead padawan braids were missing, making her head look oddly bare without them. The rest was the same, save for the heavy wrapping of bandages around her forehead and her middle.

Wounds that shouldn't have been there. Anger filtered through, but it was quickly erased when Ahsoka made a soft noise in the back of her throat, eyelids fluttering. Straightening up, Anakin watched as drowsy blue irises focused upon him.

They observed him, and he waited for her to say something - anything - but she simply sighed, her eyes sliding shut once more. Though he was disappointed in the fact that she had done nothing more than look at him, it was better than nothing. One of his hands fell to hers and squeezed gently.

"Sleep well, Ahsoka."