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The young Jedi's long strides soon brought him to his wife's rooms. His temper speaking higher than his good sense and the closed door hissed open with a sharp brush of his hand. Equal to a beast that had its territory invaded, the teen followed to where he knew to be located Padme's sleeping chamber from the plants Ana had provided him. The muscles that had been tensing in response to his current mood loosed their stress as Anakin's ire deflated to be quickly traded by surprise. The Naboo lay in her bed, feelings of betrayal never rose instead a curious brow took their place as the former slave watched his wife's scrunched face. That and her noticeably moist temple would surely have upset him as much as the idiot babbling at Padme's bedside, he would be had his twin's words been anything more than teasing during their last reunion or had the Force warned him of something out of the ordinary with his wife when, in his worked up state, he reached out with the Force to 'see' how she was. So, calmly, he entered the room making his presence known to the two already there.
The next words of encouragement Clovis was planning to give his sick looking companion died in his lips as the sound of approaching footsteps made them both raise their attention to the entrance. The Cond frowned as soon as he registered who was the recent arrived intruder. What is he doing here, he thought crossed by the appearance of Padme's pilot.
Had any dark feeling still been lodged in the deepest recesses of the younger man's mind it would surely cease existing as soon as relieved brown focused on him from behind that idiot's back. Anakin fought the urge to cross his arms over his chest and give his imprudent wife one of those smug smirks that managed to turn her into an enraged Rancor, they each had a part to play if he wanted to get off of that damned rock, besides, he could always pull all the 'I told you so' latter. "My Lady, your aide informed me of your recent illness, I'm to take you back to the ship for our immediate return to Coruscant."
"STOP, you mustn't," Clovis spit out barring the pilot at his motion to get near Padme. "Your Lady had been poisoned, I have managed to arrange the antidote, but she must not be moved until it annuls the poison's effects.
Anakin traded a meaningful look with Padme, for Scipio's Senator to have obtained an antidote even before his wife have even been checked by a medical droid, (he highly doubted the contrary otherwise their bluff would have been quickly put in the open), could only mean she had really been targeted and the culprit was obvious, Dodd should hope to never cross paths with him. Refocusing his blue gaze, Anakin fixed Clovis with a scalding look. Rising to all his height he snatched the antidote's dispersal before replying snarky, "I will not do such thing."
Clovis saw terrified as the incompetent servant pushed him aside as if he heightened not a thing and took Padme in his arms with intention of leaving the rooms. "WAIT."
"Clovis," Padme called his attention to herself from her husband arms, "I'm sorry but I think best for me to leave." The Senator seemed ready to rebuff, but ended giving up with a short nod after a last look at her.
"At least promise me you will take the antidote," the Baron begged."
"Don't worry yourself," the young Jedi threw to the incredulous Scipio, "contrary to you I make sure nothing happens to her."
Clovis stood there long after the pair departure eyeing the closed door with unseeing eyes until a unsettling thought rose in his mind, where is that infuriating aide? Green eyes suddenly narrowed as such thoughts pulled on another, what if Dod had been right in his reasoning but mistaken in the spy's identity?