Obi-Wan: Impatient Patient
"Master, is this going to take much longer? I'm fine, I swear!"
Qui-Gon shook his head, tightening his grip as he continued to clean the scrapes on Obi-Wan's arms. "Uh huh. So how did you get these?"
Obi-Wan frowned, folding his arms over his chest. "It was an accident."
Qui-Gon shook his head once again, not believing a single word. "Of course. Because everyone accidentally jumps out of trees in the Temple gardens."
Obi-Wan hung his head, embarrassed at his clumsiness. It had been an accident. He was just trying to see if he could catch one of the butterflies, but the butterfly has wings and he did not. The fall didn't really hurt, the laughing younglings did.
"Can I get the lecture on patience instead of the one on impulsiveness this time?" Qui-Gon chuckled, considering the offer. "Alright, but only if you stay quiet so I can finish."
"Yes Master."
Anakin: Squirming
Anakin wiggled out of his Master's grip and dashed down the hall. Obi-Wan thundered behind him, right on his heels and snatched him up again.
"None of that, thank you!" Despite Anakin's wriggling and squirming, Obi-Wan carried him back into the fresher and plopped him down on the counter and continued tending to the large cut on his forehead; that was currently dripping blood onto both of their tunics. Anakin continued to wiggle and pull away from the anapestic cloth Obi-Wan was holding, and Obi-Wan's patience was wearing thin.
"Would you stop fussing! It needs to be cleaned."
Anakin shook his head. "It stings!"
"I know, I know." Obi-Wan soothed. "But if you keeping moving around, the wound may open more and then I'll take you to the healers to get stitches. Is that what you want?"
Anakin shook his head rapidly, sending small drops of blood flying around the fresher. Obi-Wan leaned forward and braced Anakin's head with his hands.
"Then prove it, please."
Ahsoka: Just Another Scar
Ahsoka winced, letting her master clean off the dried blood and dirt that had fused with her skin after the battle.
"Shh, it's all right. I know it hurts."
Anakin tried to be gentle but there was a lot of debris in her wounds that was giving him some trouble. Ahsoka relaxed in his grip, allowing him to take care of her instead of the soulless medbots. She enjoyed this; their routine following a harsh battle. After all the reports, checking up on troops and wounded, Master and Padawan patched each other up before finally getting some sleep. It was a small comfort, but comfort nonetheless.
Anakin grabbed a tube of bacta and spread it over the wounds, Ahsoka's sigh of relief music to his ears. "Well, you got banged up pretty good, but I don't think you'll scar."
She shrugged. "What's another scar? I've already got a ton."
As Anakin finished bandaging her cuts and scrapes, he had a sinking feeling that his padawan wasn't just referring to physical scars.
