Obi-Wan woke before Asajj, momentarily startled by her presence in his bed until he recalled the previous night. Her arms were still around his shoulders, but had loosened their death grip while she slept. She had moved closer to him during the night and thrown one leg over his as if to keep him in place. He had to admit there were certainly worse things to wake up to.

He was about to extricate himself from her embrace (he was sure she wouldn't feel the same about it as he did) when something stopped him. It was her face. The shadows beneath her eyes were still there, but her forehead had smoothed over and her dark lips were no longer turned down in her trademark scowl. She looked…peaceful. He couldn't recall seeing her so serene before; she was always either enraged, calculatingly seductive, or lost. He quickly decided he liked this current expression the most.

A slant of light through the small window brought him back to his present situation. Here he was with a war criminal, former Dark Acolyte, and current bounty hunter in his bed. In the Jedi Temple. He'd been so surprised by her appearance last night that he'd never even thought to ask how she'd gotten inside without being spotted. Well, that was neither here nor there at the moment.

The Jedi let out an exasperated sigh, then gently (VERY gently) removed her leg and arms from around him so he could stand, his eyes lingering for a moment on the scars on her arm. He couldn't imagine the physical and emotional pain she had endured to acquire those scars. He half-hoped that one day she would share that burden, if not with him than with someone she could trust. He knew all too well what it felt like to keep something so traumatic bottled up with no reliable outlet. If left unresolved, it could destroy her from the inside out, just as everything she had once done in the name of the Sith did.

Obi-Wan shook his head clear of such thoughts. Asajj was no longer that perpetually-lost, heartbroken assassin. She had turned back to the Light and he was certain that, with the right guidance, she would never again fall victim to the Dark Side's temptations. Whether he was the right person for that job was another matter entirely.

He hadn't eaten in what felt like days, and he was sure Asajj hadn't seen a decent meal in quite some time either. If no one knew she was here, she would be safe for a few moments while he went to the dining hall. After he dressed, making sure his lightsaber was hooked on his belt and his guest remained unmoved, he stepped out into the hall and made his way to the dining hall.

Looking over the selection before him he realized he had no idea what she liked. Was she fond of sweet things? Was she allergic to anything that was harmless to him? Did she prefer meat or vegetables? Raw or cooked? He had stood unmoving in front of a platter of various fruits, his brow furrowed in deep thought, when he was startled by the presence of another.

"I did not realize that choosing between a manta pear or chee-chee berries was so concerning a dilemma, Master Obi-Wan," came the cheerful voice to his right. "Apologies, my friend. I did not mean to surprise you so."

Obi-Wan offered a laugh and a replying apology. "No, no. It's my fault. I've just got a lot on my mind."

"Anything you would care to share?"

"No, no. Nothing I can't handle." He wasn't so confident in that assessment, but Kit would press the matter until he forced the truth out of him if he didn't cut him off at the pass.

"And these matters require you to eat your body weight in food in one sitting?"

The Nautolan gestured to the pile of food Obi-Wan had heaped onto his platter. He wasn't even aware of putting the majority of it there. Once he made sure his guest had eaten he planned to spend the remainder of the day (and possibly night) in deep meditation. This wasn't like him to be so distracted. He realized he had retreated into his thoughts again when he felt a gentle nudge through the Force. Kit was still staring at him with those unblinking, infinite eyes. "I…am preparing for a long period of meditation, Master." It wasn't a complete lie.

"Do you plan to leave your quarters at all in the next three days?"

Kit always had a way of phrasing and intoning his words so that one could not help but smile no matter what he said. He could have announced his decision to become a Sith Lord and annihilate the Jedi Order and everyone would have smiled and wished him well on his endeavor. Even now Obi-Wan couldn't help the way the corners of his lips twitched up. "If that's as long as it takes to resolve the issue. Don't worry about me. It's just a minor issue that I hope to resolve very shortly." Kit didn't look convinced. Even Obi-Wan wasn't convinced. But he didn't have time to continue to dance around the truth with his friend; if Asajj awoke before he returned and ventured out into the Temple…

Obi-Wan shoved all such thought from his mind and hurriedly, but politely, excused himself from Master Fisto, his platter of food in both hands. He pointedly ignored the strange looks he got as he hurried back to his quarters, most assuredly looking even more suspicious for it. This wasn't like him. He didn't like keeping secrets, especially ones that involved someone in his bed who was very easily recognized by anyone in the Temple should she leave the room. A knot formed in his chest and only grew bigger the closer he got to his residence. Even now that he'd had time to think on his…their current situation he was still no closer to an answer than he had been last night. Perhaps three days in isolated meditation is exactly what I need, the more sardonic part of his mind whispered.

It wasn't until he set the plate down on his small table that he realized he'd already entered his quarters. This constant distraction really will not do. He needed to be clear-headed before he was sent back to the front lines next week, not inadvertently drifting into thought about the emotionally broken Rattataki woman in his bed.

Something's not right. Actually, everything was entirely alright…which was not right given what he'd expected. The reason he hadn't been aware of returning to his rooms was simple: it felt the same as it always did. He searched through the Force but found himself alone. His eyes confirmed what his soul already knew when he looked into his bedroom.

Asajj was gone.