The covers stirred as a small Togruta slipped underneath.
Padmé blinked sleepily. "Hey, 'Soka," she murmured, reaching out her arm, and Ahsoka immediately tucked herself under it, curling into a little quivering ball. "You okay?"
Ahsoka sniffled into her shoulder. Hesitantly, her hand reached up, and after a moment, she laid it, trembling, over Padmé's heart.
Brow furrowing, Padmé laid her hand over Ahsoka's, pressing gently in reassurance.
Ahsoka was still for a moment, and then she exhaled shakily, curling tighter and whispering something that sounded like I'm sorry.
"Shh," Padmé whispered, holding her tight. "Nothing to be sorry for."