It must have rained in the small hours, after I finally got to sleep. The morning is fresh and cool; the stone courtyard overlooking the lake is damp.

Anakin is tense, I can tell by the set of his shoulders, his rigid stance. I look at his back for a while, wish I could go and hug him. His nightmare is bothering him, I can tell. After a moment, I turn to go, but he stops me.

"Don't go." I didn't even know he knew I was there.

"I didn't want to disturb you."

"Your presence is soothing." Soothing? Last night I tormented your soul and this morning my presence is soothing? But I stay all the same. And as Anakin tells me of nightmares, and tells me what he has to do, I listen. He's not trying to get me to do what he wants; he's not trying to woo me or spout his passion like he was last night. He's just telling me what he knows he has to do. And as I listen, I know what I have to do as well.