After being acquitted of all charges, Duchess Satine was summoned to the office of the High Chancellor, where she would be informed of the results of the new vote for Republic occupation of Mandalore.
She held her head high as she glided into the room where Chancellor Palpatine, Padmé and Anakin were waiting to tell her the good news.
Chancellor Palpatine began the discussion.
"Well, Duchess, it seems that in light of this new evidence, the Senate has seen fit to reverse their vote on occupying your home system. I have the utmost faith in your leadership to carry out what must be done." The Chancellor took her by the hand and Satine bowed back in return.
"Thank you, Chancellor. My people and I will do whatever it takes to avoid war," said Satine gracefully. She then turned to Padmé and took both of her hands in her own.
"And thank you, Senator," she said looking Padmé in the eyes. "This could not have happened without you. I owe you much thanks."
Padmé smiled warmly. "Of course, you are quite welcome, Duchess. But it is Master Skywalker and Master Kenobi who deserve the credit."
Satine looked stricken for the slightest instant but recovered her diplomatic nonchalant façade. She turned to Anakin.
"Thank you, Master Skywalker," she said with eyes glistening.
Anakin bowed in return. "I am your servant, my lady." He took her by the arm. "Come I will escort you to your ship. Maybe we should stop and see Master Kenobi on the way so you can give him your… thanks, as well."
"Very well," said Satine taking his arm, her tone and expression not giving the slightest clue that heart was leaping with joy at the prospect of seeing Obi-Wan. "Farewell Your Honor, farewell Padmé."
Anakin and Satine left the Chancellor's office together. Satine was at a loss for words.
"You don't need to say anything, my lady. Obi-Wan would be pissed at me if I let you leave without saying goodbye to him. So I am doing this as much for me as I am for you" he joked.
Satine frowned with worry. "And is he not yet well enough to meet me at my shuttle?"
"I'm sorry, my lady, but no. Obi-Wan is out of mortal danger but he hasn't woken up from surgery yet."
"Oh. I see," said Satine mournfully.
Anakin lead Satine to his shuttle and escorted her inside the Jedi Temple to the Halls of Healing. Once outside of the door where Obi-Wan was recuperating, Anakin stopped.
"I will give you two some privacy," he said with a wink.
Satine blushed rosy red and inclined her head in thanks, took a deep breath and entered the room where her rescuer lay.
Obi-Wan had been through antidote treatment, surgery to remove the shrapnel and to repair his internal wounds and bacta submersion to repair everything else. He was now resting peacefully, sleeping deeply and laying on his stomach in a soft bed with a med-droid to keep him company.
As Satine approached the bed, she could see several layers of bandages through the thin white hospital tunic and pants that he was dressed in. It made her sad but it was a nice change from the last time she'd seen him.
She pulled up a chair beside his bed and gently stroked his hair and face.
"Thank you, my Obi-Wan. I will see you again, my love." She leaned in closely and lightly kissed him on the brow.
The Jedi Master made no response save a slight fluttering of his eyelids. Satine allowed herself one more minute by his side and then reluctantly stood up and made for the door.
She took her leave of Obi-Wan's recovery room and allowed Anakin to escort her to her shuttle. Mandalore and her people could not wait any longer.
Once Anakin saw Satine safely to her ship and it was speeding away into the Coruscanti atmosphere, he turned back and headed to where he belonged: his Master's side to help him heal.