Obi-Wan was at a loss of what to do. He was told to rest. He was told to not stress himself too much or work too hard. This was the problem.

Obi-Wan was always doing something. He always had something to do. The Council had reports that needed to be done and he had forms to fill out for his portion of the GAR. He was always keeping tabs on Anakin and Ahsoka, making sure they weren't doing anything that would cause problems. There were Council meetings and planning meetings.

He was never struggling to find something to do. Until now.

He wasn't allowed to take on his normal workload. This meant fewer Council meetings. This meant he had to give Cody more work (something that ate at him every second of every day. The man was busy enough as it was.). This meant he was bored.

A bored Obi-Wan was not a fun Obi-Wan.

Mace didn't know what he had gotten himself into.

Mace also didn't realize how much work the young Master was doing. He had divided out some of Obi-Wan's duties to other Masters on the Council. They had all allowed a sheepish look to crawl on their faces when they realized just how much work the young Council member was doing. However, they gladly took on some of his duties if it meant the man would finally rest.

Mace had found that Obi-Wan had far more energy than he realized. Obi-Wan was not one to remain idle. If he wasn't walking around or making tea, he was on the couch tapping his foot and twiddling his fingers. He moved constantly and Mace wondered if he had always been like that and he never noticed, or if it was a new thing that Obi-Wan gained.

What Mace did know, was that Obi-Wan needed something to do.

Mace had spoken with Master Che the next morning after they had moved Obi-Wan into Mace's quarters.

"He's restless," Mace explained, looking at the Healer with concerned eyes. "Has it always been like this?"

Vokara sat in thought for a moment.

"He has been restless in the past, but it seemed to have passed once he gained a Padawan."

Gained, Mace laughed in his mind. It's more like he was forced to take on a Padawan. He gained a headache.

"He was never struggling to find something to do with Skywalker." Mace mused aloud. His thoughtful look was matched with Vokara's. "So, we just need to find something for him to do that won't strain him."

Vokara nodded.

"He could visit the crechelings," Vokara thought before shaking her head. "His shields are still too fragile and crechelings are . . ."

"Loud." Mace finishes for her with a smile. "I had the same thought." Mace sighed and passed a hand over his scalp. "It's a shame he can't visit them. He has a deep love for the younglings."

Vokara hummed with a smile. Mace wasn't wrong. Obi-Wan was fond of them and they were fond of him. He had a way with them and the Creche Masters were always happy to have his help.

"I won't let him teach," Mace added after a while. "That's far too stressful, though it does come easily to him."

There wasn't a lot that Obi-Wan could do during his time in the Temple.

"I hate to say it, but the only other option would be the archives," Vokara said with a slump of her shoulders. "He loves researching and learning, but-"

"What if I went with him to the Creche?" Mace asked after sitting up a bit. "I could monitor his shields and provide support for them if they start to crumble." He presented the idea carefully. He knew it wasn't full-proof, but it would give Obi-Wan something to do. Mace eyed Vokara as she thought. It only took a few minutes before the Healer nodded.

"So long as you're there to watch him and his shields, I think it would be fine."

So, with a plan in mind and the Force feeling brighter, Mace presented the plan to Obi-Wan. He felt a little bad about startling the injured Master with his loud entrance, but it would be worth it.

"Mace," Obi-Wan smiled as his friend entered. "You seem happy."

Mace made his way over to Obi-Wan who was standing in front of the windows overlooking Coruscant. He stood next to the shorter Master and smiled brightly at him.

"I've noticed you're a restless man when you don't have anything to do," Mace said. The blush that spread across Obi-Wan's face almost made him coo. Almost. "So, Vokara and I have found something that you can do. I'll be there with you just to watch you and make sure you aren't pushing yourself."

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?" He asked with a sense of apprehension. He couldn't feel anything in the Force that would give away Mace's intentions, but his connection with the Force was still a bit muddled and he was wary of letting his brittle shields fall even an inch.

"We both thought you could go to the Creche and visit the crechelings." Mace felt the joy in the Force before he saw it on Obi-Wan's face. He watched as Obi-Wan's blue-grey eyes widened and his lips split his face into the biggest smile Mace had seen on his face in a long time. The tension in Obi-Wan's shoulders fell and the man was practically bouncing in place.

"You meant it?" Obi-Wan asked. "It's just that, the crechelings are all so young and their shields are-"

"That's why I'm joining you." Mace interrupted with a soft smile and raised hand. "I'll monitor your shields and aid them if I see it's needed."

Obi-Wan barely held himself back from giving his friend a hug. He had found that he was in need of quite a bit of contact with another being since returning from Zigoola, but he managed to quell his actions before they started.

"When can we leave?" Obi-Wan asked, hoping he didn't sound as impatient as he thought he did.

Mace smiled at him and tugged him in the direction of the door.

"We'll go right now. I contacted the Creche Masters on the way here to let them know we were coming. They've been informed of the situation and have told the crechelings that they're to be very careful with you." The Korun Master explained. He received a huff and a playful roll of Obi-Wan's eyes as they made their way to the Creche. It was still a little slow going as Obi-Wan's limp came and went.

"It'll trouble him for the rest of his life." That's what the healers told Obi-Wan. Though it would be rare to see it as time went on. It would only appear if he pushed himself too much. Anakin had laughed at that and Obi-Wan glared at his former Padawan.

They passed through the halls with minimal stops from other Jedi and finally arrived at the Creche.

The Force had lit up the second the two Masters entered the Creche. Obi-Wan was well-loved amongst the young ones that lived in the Temple.

Mace had sidestepped as a flood of crechelings bombarded the copper-haired Master. He watched as Obi-Wan made no move to stop them or slow them and eventually he fell to the floor with the assistance of the crechelings weight pulling him down. Mace sensed no pain in the Force. Just joy and happiness as bright as the smile on Obi-Wan's face as the young ones asked questions and talked at him.

Standing to the side with Master Endivain, they watched the proceedings with smiles of their own.

"It's nice to see him so happy." The Twi'lek Master said with a soft smile gracing her face.

Mace nodded and hummed with his own smile still on his face. "It certainly is."