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Qui-Gon had seen almost every different facial expression on his young Padawan; angry, frightened, indifferent, amused, puzzled, heck even desolate. But this was entirely new.

The sixteen-year-old looked sad, determined, confused and unwell all at once.

When they reached the privacy of their shared quarters, Qui-Gon gestured for Obi-Wan to sit down on one of the seats. The boy did without hesitation. Qui-Gon sat opposite him. He got down to business right away.

"Padawan, what do you think of the mission?"

Obi-Wan seemed to consider it for a moment. There was a look of hesitance in his expression as he answered, "It seems like a just cause. If the Council thinks we can help, I'm all for it."

Qui-Gon looked at him carefully. He got the feeling he was being lied to in some way, but couldn't work it out. He thought back to the way Obi-Wan had been acting earlier. He and Siri had been avoiding looking one another in the eye.

"Did you and Siri argue earlier Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked suddenly. Obi-Wan looked surprised. "Is that why you are hesitant?"

"Not really Master," the boy murmured, looking at his hands. "But I do not think things are well between us. I'm worried that we will allow our emotions to effect our mission."

Again, Qui-Gon felt that Obi-Wan was lying to him. Putting the suspicious thought out of his mind, the Master concentrated on the issue at hand.

"Padawan, you and Siri have worked together well before now," Qui-Gon began patiently. "What has changed?"

Obi-Wan looked at him for a moment. For a while he was silent, before he spoke in a confidant voice, "Nothing, of course. We're fine. I believe that we should take the mission Master, but it's up to you."

Qui-Gon was slightly surprised by the sudden change in his Padawan's expression, but took it n stride, "I agree. However, we should wait until we have spoken to Adi and Siri until we make our final decision."

Obi-Wan nodded and stood, "In that case Master, I will be in my room meditating until that time."

The boy bowed and walked away. Qui-Gon's brow furrowed. Obi-Wan was only that formal when he was distracted. Something was up.

"Well Siri, what do you think of the mission?" Adi asked the moment the door closed to their shared quarters.

Her padawan hesitated slightly, and then answered, "I think it is a worthy cause, Master. I'd like to take it, but as always it is up to you."

Adi nodded, looking closely at her padawan's face, "I concur. But let's wait to speak to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan before we decide."

The slight teen nodded, "In that case Master, I'll be in my ro-"

"Actually, Padawan, I'd like to talk to you," Adi interrupted, sitting down on one of the couches. Siri paused, glanced longingly at her door, and then sat down. Adi took in her Padawan's gaunt features and thin arms with concern.

"Siri, you know you can trust me," the master began.

"Of course Master! I trust you with my life," Siri interrupted, looking alarmed.

'But not your secrets,' Adi thought sadly. Siri had been her Padawan for years now, and yet there were still so many things she didn't know about the girl. Shaking the bitter thoughts from her head, Adi continued, "And you know you can talk with me about anything. I'm worried about you Siri. You've lost a lot of weight recently and I can tell you're not sleeping well. Is something wrong in particular?"

For a moment Adi thought Siri was actually going to talk, but the girl just shook her head and tried to smile. The master sighed, "Alright, if you're sure. You may go to your room Padawan. I will get you in a couple of hours."

Siri bowed and practically fled to her room. Something was up, Adi decided. And she was going to work out what.