Sabé left Padmé alone.
She slowly approached the foot of Obi-Wan's cot, and allowed a few stray tears to escape from her eyes. "You saved my life," she nearly whispered. "I never had the chance to thank you. I don't know what would have happened if you weren't there."
She paused as she became lost within herself. "When I close my eyes, I can still see those yellow orbs staring back at me. It's frightening, really. The power of his grip as he grabbed hold of my tunic and lifted me off the ground…I was terrified! Immediately I thought of several different ways in which he could hurt me." Padmé sat down in a chair when the heaviness of remembering made her feel weak.
"It was almost as if my thoughts were never my own. More of like…he was placing those thoughts in my head. Taunting me in ways I couldn't even begin to imagine." She let out a heavy sigh. It bothered her slightly retelling the tale…but on another level, she felt relieved. Perhaps it was because she was telling Obi-Wan, perhaps not. Whatever the reason, it made her feel better. "Then you came Obi-Wan. You saved me from his grip and chased him out. You helped Master Jinn defeat that yellow-eyed monster and allowed us to escape with no casualties." She thought those last words over. "No casualties… Except when the both of you came back inside, you immediately collapsed. It was almost like you used the last of your strength."
A nervous laugh escaped her. Using her sleeve she wiped her eyes. "Listen to me. I'm telling you things you already know," she glanced at him. "What I wouldn't give for you to open your eyes…to say my name…tell me everything will be all right. Come back to us, Obi-Wan. We need you."
She finally stood and walked to the side of his cot, placing a loving hand on his arm. "I need you."
A kiss to his lips…and suddenly she felt like dying. His skin was cold, lips and all. How unusual, if not a bit unnatural. But not uncommon. Something happened to Obi-Wan that had yet to be explained. She had a pretty strong feeling that it had something to do with the Boonta Eve Podrace. There was a connection, she was sure of it.
"Rest well, my love." She whispered in his ear. They wouldn't be returning to Naboo anytime soon, which would give Padmé plenty of time to come see him. "I'll come by again tomorrow and give you your morning kiss."
One more kiss to his lips, another fresh waves of tears. Padmé quickly left before the situation became harder to bear.
The Force stirred in the room.
The earlier light was nowhere to be found.
The Force was displeased.
A gentle kiss—two, it recalled—was enough for the Force to slowly wake from its slumber.
The beginning was here.
Obi-Wan's hand twitched.