The constellations were beautiful here. Obi Wan and Anikan had set course for the outer rim and almost crash landed little over an hour before into a dry and blank landscape. There seemed to be a glitch in the on board systems that even Anakin was puzzled by. Obi Wan had grown weary of his tinkering and suggested they simply signal for help and make themselves comfortable for the wait. This was a trading planet and as such ships often passed through, one was likely enough to be friendly to their cause. Whilst his Master was at the controls recording a message of their predicament, Anakin had busied himself making a fire.

The young padawan found himself staring into the distance as he waited for Obi Wan and his thoughts were of the mission that lay before them upon their return. He remembered all he could of the young girl who had once taunted him back in the desert sands. He remembered her face had been sweet and her voice lovely in the way that many females are. A lot like his own mother.

"Well, we should receive a response soon enough," Obi Wan said in his usual calming demeanour.

"I could take a look at it Master, strengthen the signal," Anakin suggested automatically. After all this time he found he was always eager to please.

"Not now, Anakin."

The young boy was clearly affronted by Obi Wan's lack of warmth and the Master watched him with the growing concern that he had spoiled him beyond repair. It seemed that Anakin grew more and more rebellious and disobedient. However he was also growing to be stronger and more charming which could easily become dangerous if left unchecked.

"For now we must eat," Obi Wan nodded to the boy who rose quickly to bring food to them both. His boots sank into the dry and crumbly soil as he walked back to the ship, clambering into the cockpit and reaching for the sack that held their supplies. Amongst various medical items he found two flasks of water, some powder for bread and dried fruits. He grasped both flasks under his arm but upon descending from the ship he thought twice and fastened one securely in the cockpit again.

He rejoined his master at the now glowing fire and set up stirring the powder to make bread for them both. Upon handing Obi wan the flask of water he felt his master's eyes on him. For a moment he felt a sweep of something within him but it wad only a moment and it was gone. He looked up with concern.

"Is everything alright, master?"

"Where is the other flask Anakin?"

He could feel his cheeks flush at the use of his name. He could tell that his master was suspicious of him and that hurt him.

"Master?"

"There were two flasks of water when we left. Why bring only one for both of us?"

Anakin shifted around so that his back was to Obi Wan as he broke the bread onto two plates.

"You think I don't know that you will only pretend to drink, so that I may have more. You've done it before," Anakin said quickly, regretting his disrespectful tone. His stomach ached a little while remembering the times his master had foregone a meal so that Anakin could eat, thinking he did not see. As a young boy he presumed Jedi were incapable of feeling hunger but he had felt it often enough. Another sign to him of his master's devotion.

He turned to hand over a plate and refused to look up as he began to pull apart his bread, a smaller portion than the one Obi Wan held in his hands.

"Padawan."

"Yes Master," he responded immediately knowing even in his petulance not to be insolent.

"I think it would be wise for you to look at the signal after our meal. After all, I'd rather have no need for more water," he smiled at Anakin and he could feel the tension, that crackled along their connection, release slightly.

"Yes Master. If you wish."