Restlessness took Padme from her bed that night. The chilly air turned her breath into little white clouds. Donning on her outer gear she headed topside. The vast cavern that housed many of the rebellion's fleet lay in silence, in neat orderly rows. She was alone here.

Memories of Naboo haunted her nights now.

And Obi Wan's words.

Up ahead she saw her brother, his head was bent and he was hunched over the little R2 unit that had become as close to them as any human companion during these dark days of the wall. His hands moved expertly in the gloom, he was a true mechanic.

Carefully Padme picked her away over, leaning over the wing of Anakin's fighter.

"Hey you what are doing up?" she teased him.

Anakin shrugged. "Something to do" he answered quietly.

Padme knew the feeling; she dreaded sleeping now in case she heard the millions of screams of her people haunting her.

"We'll be able to get moving again soon," she promised. She knew her little brother was restless without a course of action and the fact that he couldn't fly made him more depressed then ever.

Curiosity caused her to ask.

"Ani, have I been a good sister, I mean you know I love you?"

Anakin gazed into her face, his own mirroring deep reservations and hesitation.

"Padme I know you love me because you're my sister and I know your weird quirks but sometimes you can come off a little.... cold"

"Cold" Padme repeated allowing the word to lie between them for a while.

"Is that what Obi Wan told you?"

Anakin stopped scrubbing R2 and let out a sigh.

"Obi Wan hasn't said anything to me, he barely even mentioned you, he said you were a very capable leader and he was sure the rebellion would be in good hands while you were in charge"

Padme didn't know where the flash of hurt came from, but it was there, strong and heated.

"Well good" she said drawing herself up. She didn't want to spend any more time thinking about Obi Wan, although thinking of him made her feel as though she were on Tatooine instead of Hoth.

She regarded her brother's face, which was drawn and intent, she wondered whether Naboo plagued his thoughts as it did hers, he had grown up there until he was three years old and constantly took trips home to see his family. She could see that he missed them as much as it hurt her.

She wondered whether or not there was anyone Anakin liked, someone to draw him out of his intensity, lighten him up slightly, make him feel more human and less like a soldier in a losing war, more like a care free young man.

"You have that look again" Anakin warned her dangerously although his lips twitched slightly.

"What look?"

"The 'how shall I butt into little Anakin's life this time' look" he informed her. .

"I have no such look" Padme hid her grin and managed to look serious for a moment.

"Mom had the exact same look" he shot back.

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Padme winced.

"Not as bad as Sola" Padme recalled

The siblings laughed easily.