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Plot – Duchess Satine Kryz is watching over an injured Obi-Wan Kenobi in the middle of the night. Her maidservants are begging her to get some sleep, but she doesn't, naturally. [Mentions of Obitine]
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The chronometer on the wall told Satine Kryz that it was midnight, though it mattered not. The bedroom she was sitting in was fairly large and clean and well-kept, which was all well and under different circumstances, she would have liked to go into her own bedroom and sleep.
Tonight, however, was not one of those nights which held those 'different circumstances'. Satine couldn't close her eyes and she couldn't fall asleep, not when Obi-Wan Kenobi was in pain all by himself. She knew that she was being a bit foolish – for heaven's sake, the man had been able to take care of himself for all these years without her. There were other people who were much more qualified than Satine to look over Obi-Wan tonight.
And yet, Satine didn't move from her spot at Obi-Wan's bedside. She was determined to remain at his side. What would happen if he was to wake with no one there to help him? What if an intruder came in? What if –
So many questions. Satine must have been very tired if she was thinking so irrationally. Obi-Wan was perfectly safe here, in Satine's guest chambers.
"Duchess, please come out," one of Satine's handmaidens coaxed from outside the room. "The doctor said that Master Kenobi would be just fine by himself. You need your sleep, my lady!"
Satine felt her eyelids grow heavy just at the thought of returning to her bedroom – of the idea of closing her eyes and drifting into a blissful world of sleep…
Obi-Wan stirred in his sleep, his breath hitching in his throat and his brow furrowing together in pain. He clenched his hands together and stiffened, undoubtedly trying to fight off whatever discomforts were disturbing him now.
All thoughts of Satine's temporary weariness vanished. She surged forward and tightened the blankets around Obi-Wan.
Her maidservant kept calling her, though it mattered not.
A/N - I have a rather odd feeling that I'll be updating this daily from now on, just because drabbles are so fun and easy to write. As always, please review, give constructive criticism if you have any, but please don't flame!
