Obi-Wan watched Padmé through the slats of the air vent, feeling some guilt about stowing away. She walked across the cockpit, then nearly stumbled, reaching forward and gripping the control panel tightly to steady herself. She pressed a hand to the side of her pregnant stomach, taking a few deliberately deep breaths. When she opened her eyes, he saw how tired she was, the smudged bruises beneath her eyes.
She glanced over the various screens on the panel. They were nearing Mustafar. She scrubbed a hand over her face and then set her jaw, her previous weakness masked and hidden.