The Clone Wars were now in the third year and the Grand Army of the Republic was stretched thin and heavily engaged. The Outer Rim sieges, as they were called, had seen some of the bloodiest battles to date.

As General Kenobi entered the field hospital on Boz Pity he was struck by the number of patients. Many of whom lined the hallways and had not been attended by any medical droids or personnel. He stopped a droid as it sped by him. "What's going on, why are these soldiers not being cared for?"

"Since the loss of the medical frigate Comfort, the Mercy is at capacity and there are not enough medical personnel General." The droid sped away and Obi-Wan continued down the corridor.

Anakin's voice called from behind. "Master, I heard you were here is everything alright?"

"No look around."

Anakin had grown used to his mentor's bad mood over the last several months and the General often complained about insignificant things but there was no denying the scene before him. "I knew the battle was bad but this is…I've never seen …"

The General shook his head. "This is despicable, we have to do something."

"What do you suggest?" Anakin replied. "The Comfort was destroyed last month and the Mercy's personnel are already pulling double shifts."

"When we get back to the command post I want a request for additional troops, particularly anyone with medical training. These men deserve better."

Obi-Wan turned and strode out of the hospital followed closely by Anakin.

On Alderaan the initial shock of regaining her memory of the attack had worn off and she had settled back into the steady routine of work.

The veterans of Alderann were getting the best possible care at facilities planet wide and when she wasn't working in the capitol in Aldera she traveled to the various other facilities to ensure the level of care met her expectations.

On this particular afternoon she had a rare opportunity to join her brother for lunch at the Palace. Both brother and sister had been away for several months, she visiting the multitude of veteran's facilities and he sitting in senatorial sessions on Coruscant.

After they embraced warmly and sat down for lunch he looked her over carefully. "You look much better than the last time I saw you."

A genuine smile graced her features. "I am much better. I have been very busy."

He sipped a hot cup of tea. "Any more nightmares?"

"Who told you I was having nightmares?"

He smiled. "My wife, who else; she is my eyes when I am not here and she worries about you."

She laughed. "I should know better than to confide in the Queen." After tasting her tea she continued. "Occasionally I have a bad dream, but it's no big deal. I'm over it."

"Are you?" he looked at her skeptically. "He was someone you trusted and it was a violent attack."

She grew a little annoyed that he was pressing the subject. "He is more than someone I trusted; he's a good friend…and I still trust him." She shook her head. "It was an unfortunate accident, nothing more."

He continued to press. "Has he made contact with you?"

"No." It had bothered her that she never heard from Obi-Wan, but she did not admit that to Bail. Instead, she gave him an excuse. "…but he has a war to fight. I think that takes precedence."

"Precedence over merely asking if you are alright?" he went on. "It's a simple courtesy; one I would have expected from him."

Amira was becoming angry. "Well it did not happen to you and I don't want to discuss this anymore. I have put it behind me."

Bail leaned forward. "It s never going to be behind you until you have spoken to him."

She shook her head. "I just want to forget it, don't you understand that?"

Bail nodded. "Yes I do understand, but I think things were left undone between you; and it isn't allowing either one of you to heal."

Her eyebrows furrowed as she frowned. "What are you really talking about?"

"I had the opportunity to speak with master Yoda when I was on Coruscant. He is as concerned about General Kenobi as I am you. You may not realize this, but he is hurting too, perhaps more so. Yoda believes that he cannot let go of the guilt over what happened."

Amira's throat knotted up. "Well he could have as you suggested, contacted me. He has not. I assumed he knew it was an accident and accepted that and moved on."

"And what about you; why haven't you contacted him?"

She leaned back in her chair and let out a deep sigh. "It's painful Bail, I am afraid to face it. I suppose we both are."

Bail set down his tea. "I have a suggestion. Although I can't say I will be thrilled if you take it."

Amira laughed. "Then why make it?"

"Because you will hear of it soon anyway and if I know you, you will…"

Amira chided him. "Please just tell me."

"The Army is heavily engaged on a planet in the Outer Rim called Boz Pity. It has been a particularly bloody battle and they are overrun with casualties."

She added. "And with the loss of the Comfort there are not enough medical personnel."

"Precisely, they are calling for volunteers, civilian, Army, anyone with medical experience to help out."

"So you think I should volunteer?"

He shrugged. "That's not my call and considering the how bad things are going and how unstable the planet is, I would not want you in the middle of it."

She stood up and knelt beside his chair; their foreheads came together as brother and sister shared an affectionate moment. Bail whispered. "You are going aren't you?"

"You knew I would."

He pulled her into his arms. "You are likely to bump into the General."

"I suppose so."

"Do you still want to go?"

She nodded into his shoulder. "Can you spare the Tantive, I need a ride."