The next morning, Padme woke up feeling more refreshed than she had a in a long time. She sat up and stretched, popping her joints. The sun was up, but it was quiet in the house, as if no one else was up yet. She looked at the cot on the other side of the room and saw that Dorme was still asleep. She had told her that they could share the bed, but when she had come in after her talk with Obi-Wan, Dorme was already asleep on the cot, and Padme didn't want to wake her up just to be petty. She sighed and decided to take a shower and try out her new clothes Dorme had picked for her. The trousers were brown, and she wondered if that was the only color of pants available on this planet. The tunic was a nice reddish brown, which accented her hair well, and her eyes, when she didn't have the green eye contacts in.

The water pressure was strong enough to be almost brutal here, and she found that she enjoyed it. Padme let the water hit her shoulders and back, removing all the lingering tension. Yesterday had been a far more productive day than she had even anticipated it being. She smiled thinking of her beautiful little boy and allowed herself a moment of sadness for Leia. She knew it was for the best, and she considered herself lucky to even be allowed one of her children. For, even if the Order hadn't collapsed, chances were both children would have been taken from her at some point. Which was probably why Yoda had had no problem suggesting that they be split up in the first place, aside from the obvious pragmatic ones. She wondered if she would ever get to meet Leia one day, and if she would even begin to be able to forgive her mother for all that had occurred.

Padme felt guilt for the entire situation. She still didn't know if Obi-Wan knew specifically why Anakin had fallen, and she vacillated between telling him or not. She hadn't even told Dorme yet. But, if there was anyone who truly deserved to know, it was Obi-Wan. He had honestly felt guilt at her situation, he truly hadn't meant her any harm, she knew that now without a doubt. She couldn't in good conscience keep that knowledge from him. But she also couldn't just throw it at him at the moment. She wasn't ready to speak about Mustafar and was honestly surprised at the lack of nightmares surrounding the incident. She supposed her subconscious was still in denial or protecting her from it while her body still tried to rebuild itself.

Once she was dressed she came out and saw that Dorme was already up and in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She peeked in Luke's room and saw him still sleeping, his knees under his chest and his behind poking up in the air. She remembered her nieces sleeping the same way at that age and wondered if all small children did that. She smiled and saw that Obi-Wan's door was closed. He was either still sleeping or not in there. He might have even gotten up to go meditate, since she remembered Anakin doing that on several of the quick stolen nights that they had been able to spend together.

"Good morning, my lady", Dorme greeted her, passing her some toasted bread and fruit spread.

"Good morning, Dorme. You know, I wasn't just suggesting that you and I share the bed. It can't have been comfortable on that cot."

"No worries, it was perfectly fine. Besides, I didn't want you to feel disoriented if you woke up with someone else in the bed with you", Dorme said as she fished in the conservator for fruit juice.

Padme knew what that meant. She didn't want to risk Padme rolling over and bumping into another body and freaking out, thinking it was Anakin. She honestly hadn't thought of it, but it made a certain kind of sense. Once she would have sworn to herself that she would never share a bed with anyone else but her husband, but he was all but dead to her now, so what difference did it make? She didn't say anything in response and continued to eat in silence.

She heard a shuffling of feet behind her and looked down to see a tousled-haired sleepy-eyed Luke looking at her. He blinked at her a few times and came up to give her a hug. She squeezed him back gently, reassuringly. He had made good on his promise to make sure that she was there in the morning. He let her go and shuffled off to the fresher without another word, rubbing his eyes as he went. She turned back and shared a smile with Dorme.

When he came back he looked slightly more awake but not much. "Would you like some juice?" Dorme asked him gently.

He shook his head and said "Water". Then after a beat, "Please". Padme wondered how long this phase would last and when he wouldn't want anything but sweet drinks. She'd enjoy this for as long as it lasted.

Luke climbed up into the chair next to hers, hooking his toes around the layers of bars like a monkey. She had a flash of memory of Pooja climbing into a chair in the same way. Dorme passed over a plate for him and he started eating without a word.

Padme wondered if this was just how he was during meals, or if it was expected of him to be quiet at mealtime. Both during lunch and dinner yesterday he had been quiet the whole time, letting the adults talk. She didn't know how much of it was him still getting used to the situation, but if she remembered the Lars at all, the most likely scenario was a quiet meal. She thought back to her own family and how boisterous it could get around the table. Thinking back to her family on Naboo, she realized that the last time she had seen her nieces, Pooja had been about the same age that Luke was now. They both even had the same blond curly hair. Pooja must be starting to lose her baby teeth now. Ryoo hadn't yet, but was about to, last time she had seen her. She could see how far apart her baby teeth were spread, ready to make room for her permanent ones. By now, she had to have lost most of them and had most of her adult teeth. She wondered if they ever thought of her, or if they even remembered her anymore. Ryoo probably did, but she didn't know about Pooja.

Padme shook her head, sensing Luke looking at her intently. "You ok, mommy?" he asked in a small voice.

"Yes, just thinking of some people I used to know", she answered truthfully but vaguely. He gave her a look, but continued eating his food. He was a big fan of fruit spread, getting it all over his fingers and on his cheeks. She smiled as he licked his fingers before picking up his glass and gulping down water. His table manners left much to be desired, and Padme now had a new mission to accomplish as a mother.

"Good morning, everyone", Obi-Wan said pleasantly as he walked in from the back entrance. Padme's initial suspicions had been confirmed - he had been meditating. She narrowed her eyes at him, seeing him wearing his Jedi robes over his "civilian" clothes, as he'd called them yesterday. "It's rather chilly out there, I suggest you either wait a little longer before going out there or put on an overcoat of some sort", he said, clearly not missing her look.

Padme sighed and Dorme smiled at her out of the corner of her eye. He was trying, she'd give him that. Thankfully there was no one around for quite some distance that would see him, at least not in the yard behind the house if they happened to pass by. But still, it was an unnecessary risk. She could only hope he hadn't tried to practice with his lightsaber out there. As if sensing her thoughts he said, "Perfect weather for meditating, though". She sighed in relief, knowing he'd only been out there meditating.

Once breakfast was done, Luke turned to Padme and asked: "Can we go outside? Please?"

"Of course. I actually was hoping that we could take some holos of everything we have growing outside so we can identify it and see what we can eat or not." Obi-Wan and Dorme nodded in agreement - that seemed like something they should tackle sooner rather than later.

"Yay!" Luke started to run for the door before Padme stopped him.

"Not with those nice jammies on you don't, mister", she told him sternly.

"Oh", he said, but she could tell he was still confused. She guessed he must not have had night clothes on Tattooine, or if he did, they must've been called something else.

"Those are only for wearing inside or for going to bed", she explained, squatting down to his level.

"Oh" he said again, but this time she saw the light of understanding in his eyes. "This is amazing!" he said, proudly pulling on the front of the pajamas.

"You should tell Miss Erica thank you, then. She's the one that got them for you".

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" he said rapidly and earnestly.

"You're welcome welcome welcome welcome", Dorme told him back, smiling widely.

"Let's get you changed into something else, alright Luke? Erica and Ben have to change too", she said, holding out her hand.

"Ev'ryone has jammies?" he said looking around the room.

"Yes sir. They're not as amazing as yours, though", she said slyly.

He giggled and started to squirm. "Gotta go peepee first", he said and ran for the fresher.

Dorme waited until he was out of the room before laughing. "He's quite the little character. He's so like, but not like Leia", she said wistfully.

Padme felt a pang in her heart, but smiled through it, "It seems so, doesn't it? Well, I'll get him dressed then", she said, walking to the back of the house.

"I shouldn't have said that out loud", Dorme said sadly. "I didn't think, it just came out".

"She knows it wasn't intentional, my lady", Obi-Wan soothed. He had been warned by Dorme about Padme's possible emotional outbursts due to her situation, the medical portion of which he could understand, but he could not understand her pain at being separated from her children. He knew that she had to have known that if the Order was still around, they would have most likely taken both of her children already. He had never known his own family, the Jedi had been his family, but they were permanently gone, and he did not think that he would see the Order come back in his lifetime. Her children were both still alive, and she had one with her right now. It wasn't that he was unsympathetic, it's that he just couldn't understand why Padme wasn't satisfied with what she did have. He wondered just how much planning she and Anakin had made, if any, about what to do had the children been born under normal circumstances. He had the sneaking suspicion that they hadn't.

Dorme sighed and nodded sadly, heading back to change. He patted her shoulder awkwardly, knowing she was sad for Padme as well. He couldn't sympathize, but that didn't mean he couldn't offer some level of comfort, at least. He supposed the least he could do was make sure not to voice these particular thoughts aloud, as he doubted they would be received well at any point. For now, it seemed as if Luke had bounced back from his ordeal and had accepted his mother quite well, so he would continue on with his original mission - protect, and train when the time came, for the Force told him it would. Not as Yoda had originally envisioned, but it would.