A few weeks after being poisoned, I was settled down comfortably in my own apartment on Coruscant. It was located on level 5119, close enough to the highest level where I can visit Padmé when I want. It was simple and small, and I got a speeder. The apartment had everything I needed and everything I could want.

Days passed slowly since I didn't have anything to do, not that I could do much anyway. My body remained weak. I was able to walk around and take care of myself, but I could hardly lift anything even remotely heavy.

Now, I sit on my couch watching the holodrama Another Idiot's Array 2. It had recently been released and had already been bashed by Jaysa Namoor, the president of the Core World Critics Association. I think she simply hates any holodrama that is even remotely funny.

I'm laughing at the actors in the hologram when I hear a knock on my door. Pausing the holo, I stand and walk over to the door, albeit slowly. "Who is it?" I ask through the door.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi," replies the visitor. I gasp inaudibly. Why is Obi-Wan here? I think to myself. Ahhhh. I mentally panic for a moment before composing myself. I'm better than that.

I press the button and the door slides open. On the other side stands Obi-Wan's smiling face. I tilt my head to the side. "What brings you here?" I inquire with a small grin. "Please, come in." I step aside to allow him inside. He steps into the threshold, holding his head high.

"I thought I should come see how you're holding up," he says. His blue eyes light up as we enter the living space which has more light.

"Thank you, but I'm doing alright," I tell him. It was a slight lie though. My limbs ache and I have a difficult time doing simple things, like eating, but I don't want him to worry. "How are you? I thought you'd be off fighting in the war." I sit down on the couch. "Please sit."

Obi-Wan sits down next to me. "Anakin and I just returned from Christophsis."

"Since you've returned to Coruscant, I'm assuming you were victorious." His facial expression was torn between a yes and no. "You technically won the battle, but lost a lot of soldiers?"

He nods. "Sadly, yes. It seemed we were victorious with minimal casualties at first, so we sent the ships back for supplies."

"Let me guess, bad idea?" I ask. That statement made him laugh, so I laughed along with him.

Bending over his knees, he spoke. "Yeah, actually. But we won. We defeated Admiral Trench and captured General Loathsom, ending the Seperatist occupation."

I smile at him. "Well that is good news. Another victory towards the end of the war."

Obi-Wan nodded, some of his hair falling into his face. "I cannot wait until the war is over. Then the Jedi will no longer need to be leading it."

I noticed the change in his voice. It had become somber instead of light-hearted. "It must be hard." I rest a hand on his shoulder. "Jedi aren't meant to be generals. They're peacekeepers." The conversation needed a change of pace. "On a different note, is anything else new? Besides your new haircut, of course."

He ran his hand through his shortened hair, grinning once more with amusement. "Yes, hilarious news. Anakin has a padawan."

My mouth drops open, gaping. "No way!" I exclaim. "Anakin cannot, of all people, have a padawan. When did he become a Jedi Knight?"

"Shortly after he returned from escorting Padmé to Naboo."

Another thought then came to mind. If Anakin was now a Jedi Knight, that means he passed his trial and Obi-Wan had succeeded in training a padawan. "Does that make you a Jedi Master?" Obi-Wan didn't reply but he did smile. I beam in response. "Congratulations! You're a Jedi Master!"

"And I'm on the council."

"And you're on the council!" His second comment made me stand with a little jump in excitement. "This is amazing! Have you celebrated at all?"

Obi-Wan remained seated on the couch in front of me with a content smirk. "It is a high honor, but no I haven't had the time to celebrate."

My eyes widened so quickly, I didn't realize it until after I started speaking. "You haven't celebrated? This can't do." I hurry into kitchen, leaving Obi-Wan in the living room.

"What are you doing?" he asks. I grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses and rush back into the living room. Obi-Wan's eyes instantly met mine, then glanced at the bottle in my hand. "Whiskey? I never pegged you as someone who drank alchohol."

I shrug and sat back down on the couch, placing the bottle and glasses on the table in front of us. "I usually don't, only for special occasions, and this certainly is one."

"It's only the council," he replies humbly.

Waving my hand, I say, "Only the council. Yeah, okay. You're excited, but you don't want to show it. Always with the stoic, humble, jedi facade. You should learn that you can't hide things from me very well." I turn my attention back to the whiskey and pour both of us a small amount in the glasses. I picked them up and handed Obi-Wan one. "To a new chapter in life."

"To new beginnings." We clinked glasses and drank a sip of the whiskey. I coughed a little as the liquid burned my throat. Obi-Wan seemed unaffected, however.

"Does anything faze you?" I ask as he empties the glass. Granted, I didn't pour much into it, but it had never occurred to me that jedi may drink occasionally.

The newly appointed Jedi Master set his glass onto the table. "You falling out of the shuttle and not waking up like the senator affected me."

That revelation surprised me. My eyebrows furrow as I gaze up at him. "Really? You worried?"

"I still worry." Obi-Wan covers my hand with his, looking into my eyes. "You're still weak, I've noticed. You shouldn't drink. The alcohol will only slow the healing process."

My gaze travels down, now pointed towards his feet. The boots seem new, or at least freshly cleaned. It makes me realize that everything is changing. A war is is now happening in the galaxy. Anakin is a Jedi Knight. Obi-Wan is a Jedi Council member. I'm no longer a handmaiden. And now Obi-Wan is pychoanalyzing me. "It lessens the pain."

"You're in pain?" I nod, not speaking. "Cattleya, please talk to me."

I take in a deep breath, ignoring the sharp pain it causes in my lungs. "It's better after a drink or two. The teccitin weakened everything. Cooking is a nightmare. It's just as bad as actually eating. It hurts to move, especially in the morning. After laying down for a while, you'd think I'd feel better, but no. Not moving locks every muscle and joint, causing a dull ache. It takes longer than it should to get out of bed."

The silence was defeaning. The sorrow present in Obi-Wan's beautiful eyes made me feel worse. I moved to take my hand away from his, but he held on tighter. "I'm sorry you have to go through that. If I could help, you know I would."

I offer him a small smile. "I know. But if you don't mind, I'm going to continue drinking." Obi-Wan didn't look particularly happy, but also didn't protest as I brought my glass to my lips. I down the contents, cough a little at the sensation, then look at Obi-Wan once more. "Would you like to watch a holodrama with me?"

"I would love to."

"Good because I haven't seen Jedi Battle Beyond the Stars yet." I laugh at Obi-Wan's pour attempt at a groan. "I'm just kidding. Even I wouldn't make you watch that. I have A Shadow Falls, Another Idiot Array 2, Passion Taboo, Captain Rygaen's Ploy, Tyranny Reborn, Cresh Krill Yirt, Galactic Bandits, and Airtaxi Driver."

Obi-Wan rubbed his chin in thought. "An interesting collection, to say the least."

"Hey, what else am I supposed to do?" I inquire, laughing.

"Tyranny Reborn. I heard it's a good watch," Obi-Wan comments. As I began to stand, Obi-Wan beat me off the couch and gently pushed me back down. "Allow me. Where are the holodiscs?"

I sink back into the couch and gesture towards the shelves next to the couch. "Over there." Obi-Wan searches through the discs, finds what he's looking for, and replaces the disc in the holoprojector before taking a seat next to me again.

As the holofilm goes on, we drink more of the whiskey and steadily inch closer to one another, eventually leaning against each other. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier even though I fought to keep them open. I was too comfortable, though. My eyes close as I dose off to sleep.