"Master!"
Saria's cry traveled across their quarters and hit Dooku like a kick in the stomach. He leapt from his bed and crossed the space between their rooms in a matter of seconds.
"Padawan?!"
Saria flew from her bed to her Master's arms and cried.
Dooku cradled her against him, gently rocking her, giving her every bit of comfort he could from her nightmare.
"Shhh. It's all right, Padawan," he crooned softly.
Saria hicupped, managed to stop crying, and clung to her Master, burying her face in his chest and breathing in the fresh, clean scent that was his and his alone and she would know anywhere. She inhaled that comforting scent and nuzzled his chest once more.
The Master gently lifted his small, twelve year old apprentice into his arms, sat on her bed, held her close to him on his lap, and continued to cradle and rock her as she trembled against him.
At loss of what to do to ease her fear, Dooku gently stroked her hair and continued his rocking as he cradled her on his lap.
"I saw you die, Master," she sobbed.
Dooku gently held her closer to him.
"Be at ease, my dear Padawan. The Force's will shall be done," he whispered gently.
Saria finally calmed down.
"Would you like me to stay?"
"Yes please, Master."
Dooku smiled and lowered himself back onto the bed as Saria rolled over beside him. He pulled the blanket over them with the Force and smiled when Saria snuggled closer to him.
Saria quickly fell asleep, wrapped in her Master's comforting presence and strong arms.
Dooku pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head and held her close as he fell asleep.
He didn't do this for himself or for the Force in any way. He did it for the love of his Padawan.