"Awoken, Master Windu has," Master Yoda addressed the Counsel through hologram. He had remained on Kashyyk to oversee the cleanup of the short-lived battle and clear away any remaining Separatist presence, "Requested to see you—" he pointed to Anakin, "Master Anakin, he has"
"Master?" Anakin sat up in his chair and looked from side to side. Obi-wan had a wide smile plastered on his face, though he remained silent when Anakin looked to him for answers.
"Indeed, young Skywalker," Master Yoda nodded, banging his staff against the floor out of habit, "Voted, the council has, and meritorious, your deeds we have found to be."
Anakin ran his hand through his hair, though he'd worked and waited for this rank since the beginning of the war. But now, somehow it was impossible to process that it was actually happening. He stood up unsteadily, one hand pressed against his chest in disbelief, "You're granting me the rank of master?"
Obi-wan stood up and held out a hand, "May I be the first to congratulate you, Master Anakin Skywalker."
Speechless, Anakin took his hand and shook kit, "Thank you Master," there were tears in his eyes, and he had to swipe the long drooping sleeve of his cloak across his face to disguise them. With a tight squeeze of the hand, they clapped each other on the back before Anakin moved on to be congratulated by the rest of the council.