Anakin, as always, had formulated an (almost) perfect plan. He wanted to have Ahsoka perform a relaxation exercise during meditation, but at a much deeper level than normal. That way, her conscious mind would relax to the point that when she started concentrating on her stress, it wouldn't react and add more on.

For this to work, Ahsoka needed to be in a very, very deep, very, very stable trance to achieve that level of relaxation. And no one did deep trances like Master Yoda. He had meditated for days on end without being disturbed, which was why the team now stood outside the Jedi Master's quarters, hoping to gain his assistance.

The other reason Anakin was seeking Yoda's help, was something he would rather not reveal. After suffering her anxiety attack during the joint meditation, Ahsoka would naturally be slightly hesitant, hindering their bond; and admittedly, Anakin knew that he would not be able calm her, should she panic, without coming out of trance. Yoda, on the other hand, could.

When the door slid open, both Master and Padawan bowed to the elder Jedi, who smiled at them in return. "Anakin, Ahsoka. Good to see you, it is. Come in, and talk we will."

The pair walked into the small, softly lit apartment and sat on the couch, opposite the grand master's meditation mat, elevated so that the diminutive Jedi could look them in the eye. Yoda's eyes were, as always, warm and inviting. They seemed full of wisdom, and yet as open and innocent as a crechling.

"So, young Skywalker, troubled you are, about your Padawan." He began.

Anakin nodded. "Yes, Master Yoda. She's been increasingly tense, and during our last meditative session, she suffered an anxiety attack. I have an idea on how to help her get rid of the stress, but I can't do it on my own, not completely at least. I was wondering if you would be able to help us."

The elder Jedi nodded thoughtfully, his large eyes turning to find Ahsoka, awfully embarrassed, and fidgeting in her seat.

"Turmoil, I sense in you. Fear not, child. We will purge you of this pain."

Ahsoka stilled, and smiled in reply. "Thank you, Master Yoda."

Yoda gestured to the floor by his feet. "Come. Sit. Begin, we shall."

Ahsoka was hesitant, but moved to sit cross-legged in front of the master. Yoda reached out and laid his hands on her headtails, closing his eyes as he concentrated and gathered the Force. "Trust, young one. You must trust in the Force, and trust in yourself."

Ahsoka nodded, and reached out, prompting Anakin to join her on the floor and take her hands. Together, they took a deep calming breath, and fell into the Force. Deeper and deeper they went, much deeper than Ahsoka had ever gone before, into depths that started to push Anakin's limits.

Anakin could feel his charge's distress and kept a tight hold on her. When they had finally gone deep enough, they settled into the current of the Force and turned their attention to the task at hand.

/So, what now?/ Ahsoka's voice was stronger than her master had expected, and he sent a wave of relaxing energy towards his student.

/Just take deep breaths. Focus on your breathing. Calm your mind, and release any pent up tension./

He waited a moment and sent pride through the bond once she completed her task. /Perfect. Try to breath deeper. We'll keep you steady./

Ahsoka repeated the exercise, each time releasing more and more tension. Her conscious mind grew calmer and quieter until she could no longer speak through the bond, only communicating through emotions.

/Excellent work you have done, Padawan./ Yoda's voice softly cut through the haze. /Move on, we shall, if you are ready./ Confidence, shaky but still present, came across. Taking this as an affirmative, Yoda continued.

/Your stress, isolate the source you must./

Panic, uncertainty, and negative emotions started showing.

/You must relax, Ahsoka. Have faith in yourself. You can do this./ Anakin sent all of his support and a wave of pride and happiness when she managed to isolate it and hold on.

He could feel her faltering, though. She was trying, desperately trying, not to give in. She took a deep breath. And then another. And then another. And she remained focused. She didn't overwhelm herself. She controlled the anxiety.

/You're doing great Snips!/ Anakin encouraged. /Now just let it go, get rid of it!/

It took her a minute, but Ahsoka was finally able to release that tiny bit of stress. Elated, both Anakin and Yoda sent as many positive emotions as they could.

/See, Snips. I knew you could do it./

Sometime later, Ahsoka had gotten really good at releasing her stress and maintaining her focus. She was faster and faster each time she tried. However, it was clear that the strain was starting to take its toll.

/Alright, Snips, that's enough for the day./

Irritation. Frustration. Questioning.

/C'mon, you've done well, time to take a break./

Exasperation.

Despite his unwieldy apprentice, Anakin and Yoda lifted the group out of their trance with ease. Anakin wasn't sure just how long they had been under, but his muscles were stiff and the light outside was beginning to fade. Anakin glanced up at the elder Jedi, who sighed with relief as he opened his eyes and removed his hands from Ahsoka's head.