Satine wasn't exactly sure where she was when she woke up. Her last memory was being choked by Maul, his force grip suffocating her as her lungs screamed for air as Obi-Wan knelt helplessly in front of her, but she could tell she wasn't in the throne room anymore, she felt more secure where she was now. Someone had set her down on a bed, her head placed neatly on a pillow with the blankets wrapped tightly around her. The room was silent except for a faint hum of machinery. Satine wasn't sure exactly why she felt safe here, but she had a nagging feeling that no one could hurt her. Maybe it was lack of the burning pain in her neck and lungs. Was it possible that Maul had killed her?

She decided against that when, still keeping her eyes closed, she tried to roll to her side. A sharp pain erupted in her side. Reaching down, she brushed her fingers over the source of the burn finding the fabric of her dress torn. The cut, whatever it was, had already been treated for, a bacta patch placed over it. If it hurt this much now she didn't want to know how it felt when she had first been injured.

Finally, Satine cracked her eyes open, wincing at the bright light. As her eyes adjusted she slowly began to make out her surroundings. She was in the medical bay of a ship, A mandalorian ship, slaying on a bunk in the back of the room. A chair was pulled in front of her, a man was asleep in it. She recognized him, how couldn't she? Even asleep, Obi-Wan Kenobi looked exhausted. However he had saved them both, it had obviously cost him a lot of energy. Suddenly, it occurred to her, how exactly had he gotten her out of that mess?

Carefully, she tried to move again, pushing aside the nagging ache in her side, though this time it wasn't the pain that stopped her. She realized when she tried to move her hand, that it was enveloped in another. With a quick glance down she found Obi-Wan's much larger hand holding hers. His fingers were rough and calloused from years of fighting and wielding his lightsaber, but they still fit comfortably between hers. Giving up on trying to sit up, she slowly laid back down, now reluctant to move. The quiet was nice and peaceful. She did enjoy just being able to lay there with her hand in Obi-Wan's and she wasn't sure if she was ready to wake him just yet.

She knew that if she did they would be forced into having their first formal conversation since he faked his death, since she had hung up halfway through his explanation via hologram. Even now, Satine couldn't really figure out what had made her so mad over it. She still didn't like to think about the incident, Obi-Wan trying to convince her what he did was for the better of the Jedi order even though she had clearly expressed how much he had hurt her. Maybe that was it, his action where the ultimate proof that he loved the order more than her, but now here he was. She had never actually believed that Obi-Wan would come to her aid when she had called for help, she had stupidly assumed he would still be mad, yet now he had saved her, after jeopardizing his place in the order, and she still didn't even know what he had done to get them away from Maul. Maybe, just maybe, there was a spark of hope that he still cared.

Now, feeling just a slight bit more content, Satine turned her head, gazing at Obi-Wan. He was still wearing his disguise from earlier, the red Mandalorian armour a strange contrast to his usual Jedi attire. He was slumped in the chair, his head tilted to one side, resting on his shoulder and his legs were propped up on the bed. One of his arms rested across his chest while the other was stretched out, his hand still intertwined with Satine's, his grip surprisingly tight, almost desperate, as he slept.

Slowly, Satine's desire to delay any conversation with the Jedi master faded. She wanted to wake him, to talk with him, ask him why, after all they had been through, had he risked everything for her, but he looked so worn out, the dark circles around his eyes prominent. Despite this she still wanted to ask him so much, to hear his voice again. Eventually the selfish side of her won out. Reaching her arm out, she placed her other hand on top of his. He must've been sleeping lightly, because his eyes opened immediately after. Catching sight of the women who lay in front of him, his lips turned up in a smile and he squeezed her hand gently.

"Good morning, my dear," he said, his voice soft and soothing, as usual. Despite this, Satine was able to hear a hint of worry behind his words, as much as he tried to cover it up. "Are you feeling better." He reached out with his free hand to brush her hair from her face.

"Yes, thank you. I appreciate it." She squeezed his hand back before letting go and pushing herself up so she was sitting against the wall. Even though she finally managed to move, Obi-Wan had caught her wince in pain with the movement. He moved towards her and held her steady at her shoulders.

"You're still hurt." Obi-Wan's eyes darted to the bacta patch covering the lightsaber burn. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more, I wasn't able to stay awake much longer." He moved his hand from her shoulder to her side, brushing his thumb over the rip in the fabric. Slowly, careful not to hurt her, he took of the bacta. Now, after resting, Obi-Wan could see the full extent if the injury. The burn stretched from right where Maul would've impaled her a few inches down, getting deeper the lower. When he pulled her away, Maul's blade must have cut her. Even though he knew he had still saved her, Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel guilty for this. "I can try to heal you now."

"No, Obi," Satine cut in, "you look exhausted." She smiled weakly at him, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but grin back. He hadn't seen her smile in what seemed like a whole different lifetime. Even yesterday when he had broken her out, she had forced herself to look happy, pushing aside the nagging guilt of her failure to Mandalore. So much had happened since then. Force, he had almost lost her in the process. Trying not to remember that, his mind drifted to the original rescue again, her words filling his thoughts once again. Here to do more of your master's bidding. What had they done to her?

Satine didn't have to be force sensitive to tell that something was wrong. Silence fell over the Jedi and former Duchess and Obi-Wan's smile had went away as fast as it had appeared. "Obi-Wan, are you alright." The Jedi remained slouched over. He refused to make eye contact, lost in his own thoughts. Satine reached out and placed her hand along his cheek, brushing against the edge if his beard. "Obi…"

"What did they do to you?" Obi-Wan suddenly jolted up, the words leaving his mouth before he got a chance to process saying them. His expression was a mix of concern and fear. He took Satine's other hand in his own, letting their fingers curl around each other's, and pulled it down so he was holding her hand in his lap. Satine shivered, not just at the contact, but at what he has asked. She didn't want to remember anything that had happened then. Pulling her hand from his cheek, she turned her head away from him.

"I don't want to talk about it," she shunned away the question. Obi-Wan caught her voice shake and began to run his thumbs over the back of her hands to comfort her. "Not yet."

"We can wait," Obi-Wan reassured Satine. I wasn't hard to guess what Maul had done considering her fear at just thinking back on it. Despite his growing concern, Obi-Wan kept quiet, waiting for Satine to speak again, and eventually she did.

"What happened after…" She didn't bother to finish the statement, he knew what she was referring to, "I don't remember much."

Obi-Wan's face feel as he remember Satine's pained face as Maul choked her. It was as if the same feeling of dread had possessed him again. "I almost lost you. You almost died because of me, because I was reckless."

"I asked you to come here," Satine responded. "None of this was your fault, alright?" Obi-Wan didn't seem convinced. His worried look remained and he glanced at his hands, shaking his head.

"No, Satine, all those years ago I made a vow to protect you, to keep you safe. But because I couldn't keep that promise, you were hurt, almost killed." He raised his voice and looked back at her, his expression filled with pain. "I'm so sorry," he choked out, and Satine could've sworn he was crying, but he looked away before she could fully tell. He really did blame himself for everything that had happened.

"Obi-Wan, look at me," she hissed at him, freeing one of her hands from his and forcing him to when he refused. She was right, he had been crying, tears spilling down his cheeks as he looked at her. Satine used her thumb to brush a few away. "You weren't the one choking me, you didn't cut me, you didn't hurt me. It was Maul, okay."

"But I couldn't stop him from hurting you," he responded, her words not changing how he felt. "I couldn't keep you safe. How am I supposed to protect this galaxy from this war if I can't protect you!"

Satine felt a sudden urge to slap him, and that was precisely what she did. "If you hadn't been there I would be dead right now!" That had defiantly struck a nerve. Obi-Wan reached up and took the hand holding his cheek in his once again. She squeezed it reassuringly and smiled at him. "You're the reason I'm alive right now, Obi."

Obi-Wan didn't respond, he didn't need to. The look on his face was all he needed to show Satine how he felt. Relief had washed over him as he began to fully realize she was alive, she was alright. But of course, there was more he needed to say. "What are we going to do," he sighed. "I'm assuming you'll stay on Coruscant until the situation on Mandalore is figured out." She nodded, wanting to speak, but knowing he had more to say. "But, Satine what about…" he never thought he would actually have this conversation in his life. "What about us."

She seemed just as shocked as Obi-Wan had felt. Not once, even in the year they had spent together, had either of them even bothered to actually verbalize what they were to each other and how they felt. "What do you mean," Satine questioned, not quite certain she had heard him right.

"When Maul was choking you," he paused, unsure how to put this. After all, he was a jedi, he wasn't supposed to feel like this in the first place. "Satine, I thought I was going to lose you. I realized, no, I guess I've always known, but… well, I've never told you, I've never really admitted it to myself and I didn't want to loose you without you knowing, but now." He sighed, trying to find a way to phrase his feelings and failing. "Satine, I love you. I knew I did all those years ago when I was protecting you, but when I received your message, when Maul was choking you, I realized I never really did get over my feelings for you."

Satine smiled at that. Somehow, she had always know how he felt, despite never acting on his feelings, but hearing him saying it, it was different. "I love you too, Obi" She leaned forward, quickly brushing her lips against his cheek before returning to her position. In return, Obi-Wan reached up to caress her cheek with one of his hands. He rested his forehead against hers, now, being closer to her, realizing how exhausted she really looked. It's not that he had expected her to get a lot of sleep while captured, but she looked like she hadn't slept in days, he didn't know how he hadn't noticed it before. He was probably too caught up in caring for her other injuries. She had dark circles around her eyes, and overall, just looked like collapsing. The Jedi also noticed that her sharp features were more accented than usual. She was unhealthily thin.

Along with quite a few other reasons, Obi-Wan wished that they had arrived on Coruscant already so he could get her a proper meal instead of the ration bars he had. Despite this, he still grabbed one and handed it to her. "I'm not hungry," was her response as she handed it back to him. He simply pushed it back to her.

"Eat," he commanded. "You look starving."

She shook her head. "Obi…" he glared at her. "What about you."

"I'll be fine, just eat." And she did, quickly devouring the ration bar in a few bites, earning a satisfied smile from the Jedi master. "I wish I had more, but I'm afraid food was the last thought on my mind when I rushed here to rescue you."

She opened her mouth to speak again, but only yawned. "Tired, are we?" The former Duchess nodded. Obi-Wan helped her lay back down, at one point insisting to try to heal her again, only for her to unsurprisingly refuse. He pulled the blankets over her, quickly kissing her forehead before beginning to walk to the other bed across the room. He suddenly remembered something and turned around. "Satine?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, about faking my death." She visibly tensed. This was the exact conversation she had been trying to avoid. "I know you don't want to talk about it," he had definitely taken the hint, "I just want you to know I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you, alright. You don't need to forgive me, not now, not ever, I just want you to know…" Satine didn't say anything, Obi-Wan didn't expect her to.

He continued to make his way to the bed, laying down, using the force to turn of the lights, and pulling the covers over him. "Goodnight, Satine."

"Goodnight, Obi" she responded wearily. With one last glance at the woman he loved, Obi-Wan shut his eyes and drifted to sleep.