Anakin Skywalker believes in magic.
His mother, Shmi, promised him it is true. She would narrate tales of its wonder and power when he was little. She would sing it to him before every sleep.
All you needed to do is believe.
Anakin gives his Master a kiss every time he is injured as a wish that he will pull though. He kisses every hurt that is uncovered and a single one upon his lips. Each conveying softly spoken magic words unsaid.
No matter how badly hurt his Master has been, he has always come though.
Maybe magic is true.