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"You love him, don't you, Anakin?"

Anakin nodded; he could see Obi-Wan through the haze of tears clouding his vision. His master couldn't hide the worry he was feeling, the fear that was pulsing through their bond on both sides.

"He's like your father, isn't he?"

The boy slumped against the arms holding him, their horrible grip around his middle far too strong for him to wriggle out of. The speaker took his loud sob as an affirmation to the question.

"The Jedi Order know this, but they're cruel. They won't let you be his son, once your older. Once you've grown up, Obi-Wan can't be your father."

"Anakin, don't listen to him-"

The scene shifted; it was as though they were watching a holomovie and someone had accidentally skipped a scene. Anakin wished he could find the stop button.

"Join me or Obi-Wan will die."

Anakin's head hurt. It happened when he cried too much; it was like all the water that should have been in his brain had come out of his eyes in tears. He was twisting and scrabbling, but he couldn't get free. He couldn't reach his master.

"You can be with him, if you join me, Anakin. He can bring you up, he can finally act like the father you've always wanted if you come with me."

The voice; that voice was so familiar. It was the Sith, but it was trying to be friendly, trying to disguise the cold threat with warm tones, but that made him all the more fake, all the more untrustworthy. Anakin was a fool.

"He won't let me bring you up, Anakin," Obi-Wan's voice pushed through the wails, "if you join him, if you give in to the Dark Side, you won't be my little one any more. You won't be my padawan, my Anakin. You have to let me go."

It hurt, it hurt, everything hurt, pain, pain, pain-

"You have to be brave, Anakin-"

"Take Master Kenobi outside-"

"I'm so proud of you-"

"You will be mine with your master by your side or not-"

"I love you, Anakin-"

"Do it quickly-"

"I love you."

...

Anakin didn't wake up screaming. He felt that he should, that he should be crying and screaming and having a fit, but he wasn't. He didn't know why, but he wasn't. He simply lay under the covers, quivering, his pyjamas sticking to him with cold sweat. Slowly, he crawled up to poke his head out of the covers. Obi-Wan was on his side, his back facing him. His tunic, which he hadn't bothered taking off last night, had hitched up his back and the youngling could see the large bruises all over his back, black, purple, blue, yellow, like someone had painted all over his back in the night.

He had done that. He hurt his master. He was always going to hurt his master. That's what he did, hurt people. He hurt Padme because she loved him, but she had to lie to everyone, he hurt his mother because he didn't save her and now he was hurting his master. He was going to hurt him more; he was going to get him killed. Anakin felt like crying then, but he didn't because he really didn't want Obi-Wan to wake up. He couldn't let him wake up.

Anakin wriggled out of bed, making his way as quietly as he could to where Obi-Wan had put his cloak and his belt last night. People who stayed around him got hurt. He needed to make sure that his master stayed safe and the only way to do that was to get away from him. Nobody was after Obi-Wan, but everyone was after him. The Jedi couldn't die because of him if he wasn't around to protect.

He pulled the lightsaber off of the man's belt; it felt heavy, a lot heavier than it had ever felt before and he knew that he wouldn't be as good wielding it as he was when he was older, but still, it was better than nothing. He put the tattered Markyle under his arm (it was okay for Markyle to come, he would be alright) and reached up to open the door. He wasn't aware that he wasn't thinking this quite through. He was still partly asleep, still caught up in the throes of that nightmare. All Anakin was thinking was that he needed to keep Obi-Wan safe.

The youngling gave his master's sleeping form one last look before turning away and out of the room. He made his way to the front door, reaching up on his tiptoes to open it before stumbling backwards. If he was being honest, he didn't really expect to get that far (he wasn't really quite sure what he was going to do once he was away), but he thought he could at least get to the end of the corridor. But evidently, he was wrong.

"Anakin?"

The boy whirled round, brandishing the lightsaber, which he had forgot to ignite. Fives looked both amused and baffled by this; it was hard to look fierce in your pyjamas, threatening a weapon that wasn't even turned on. "Hello," he said, smiling a little at the youngling.

Anakin had forgotten that there would be a clone stationed outside their door and he frowned. Fives wasn't going to let him get away. He nodded seriously, which only added to the man's confusion. What on earth was Anakin even doing out here with a lightsaber that couldn't be his and without his master?

"Are you alright, Anakin?"

Anakin nodded, whilst slowly trying to inch his way down the corridor. Fives took a step forward, "Where's Obi-Wan?"

Anakin toyed with the lightsaber, something which made a jolt of fear jolt through Fives. If the boy couldn't turn the lightsaber on when he wanted to, there was a chance that he might turn it on when he didn't mean to.

"Sleeping."

Was Anakin trying to run away? If so, he wasn't going to get very far if he didn't even have any shoes on.

"Where are you going?"

Anakin didn't like how many questions his friend was asking. The boy shook his head, looking down at his master's weapon.

"You don't know?"

The boy clutched at the lightsaber, before replying mournfully, "I have to."

"You have to leave?"

Anakin nodded, trying edge away from Fives.

"Why?"

"You have to let me go."

Anakin's glared down at the carpet, his eyes filling with tears. It wasn't that he wanted to go, but he had to. Obi-Wan was going to die because of him and he couldn't let that happen. It was hard to speak when he was so close to crying, but he was trying his best, "O-Obi-Wan's gonna... he's gonna d-die," he turned his watery gaze to Fives, who was frowning with concern, "'s my fault! Have to keep him safe."

"Anakin, there's a bounty on your head," Fives explained, clearly taken aback by his general's words, "Obi-Wan can protect himself, you can't. He's a Jedi master-"

"'s gonna die cos of me!" Anakin all but screamed at Fives, "h-he can't protect me c-cos then he's g-gonna die and it's my fault!"

The situation was deteriorating pretty quickly; Fives needed to get Obi-Wan before it got any worse because he couldn't handle the youngling like this. He didn't know how to make it better. The Jedi probably would though. He reached down and managed to snatch the lightsaber from Anakin's grip before wrapping an arm round his middle and lifting him up. The last thing the clone wanted was to be the cause of the tears rolling down the boys flushed cheeks, but he wasn't going to let a hunted three year old run away, even if that three year old was meant to be his general.

"You can't!" Anakin howled, kicking and wriggling as hard as he could, trying to squirm out of the hold the arm with iron strength had him in "n-need to lemme go, h-he's gonna die! Please!" he started to sob as Fives walked into their apartment because he knew Obi-Wan was never going to let him out of his sight.

"Fives-" the boy let out a despairing wail at the sound of his master's voice. He pushed frantically against the clone's chest, trying his hardest to get free, but the man was far too strong. The words exchanged between the two men were lost on the small boy as he screamed and sobbed. Didn't Fives understand that if he gave him over to Obi-Wan the man was going to die!? Anakin couldn't let that happen.

"No!" he felt familiar hands grip him as he was pulled from Fives's arms, "No! No, F-Fives- c-can't-" his words were muffled as he was pulled against his master's chest, arms holding him tight. He didn't know that they were alone now nor did he care. He struggled and fought all the same, but the arms squeezing him tight were unrelenting, as was the hand gently running through his hair over and over. Obi-Wan would never give in, which was why Anakin despaired. He'd never let him go.

The youngling didn't know how long Obi-Wan held him there, but it felt like forever. He tried so hard to fight off the Jedi, to get away from him, but he knew, deep down, that it was pointless. He wasn't strong enough to fight his master and there was a part of him that really didn't want to get away, that wanted his master to look after him and make everything better because that was what he had always done. Anakin couldn't listen to that part of him though; it was turn to keep his master safe. He couldn't lose anyone else, especially not Obi-Wan.

The boy's energy drained as time drew on and slowly, he stopped fighting, the screams melted into sobs and Anakin clung to his master instead of fighting to get away from him. The man's gentle murmurs could be heard over the boy's wails though he was too upset to really pay attention to what his master was saying, merely allowing the quiet words rumbling in his chest to comfort him.

He felt the Jedi move and sit down; though he was still slumped against his chest, he was now sitting up on his lap, "Anakin?" Anakin shook his head and mewled, pressing his face against his master's cloak, "Anakin, what's going on?" the boy shook his head again, refusing to look up at his master.

Anakin felt strong hands pull him out of the embrace, even though he tried his hardest to cling to him. A tear ridden cheek fit snugly into the palm of Obi-Wan's hand, his face turned upwards so the boy's shining eyes met his master's. He could see concern there, but not the fear that had been present in the nightmare. That was something at least, but Anakin knew that the fear would be there. The Sith would find them. He'd started the hunt already.

"What happened, little one?"

Anakin stared up at his master, his breathing ragged and shallow. His small hands clenched and unclenched his pyjama top as he tried to gain a little composure. It didn't work. As soon as he opened his mouth, Anakin became possibly even more hysterical, "H-h-have to get 'way c-cos the Sith's gonna k-kill you- gonna die it's cos of me cos of me 's my fault n-need to let me go 'way cos I-I'm gonna get y-you killed-"

"Padawan, you need to calm down," Obi-Wan instructed, his voice firm, but his eyes wide.

"C-can't," Anakin sobbed, shaking his head, "can'tcan'tcan'tcan-ca-ca-" the boy's cheeks were starting to turn red with the exertion and Obi-Wan could feel, among with everything else, the sharp stab of pain in his chest as though someone was squeezing him too hard.

"Anakin, you have to calm down," Obi-Wan grabbed the boy's shaking hands and held them to his chest. He could hear a definitive wheeze to every ragged breath the boy took and the Jedi ignored the rush of fear that ran through his system at hearing that awful, rasping noise, "look into my eyes- no, look at me. Now, copy me. Do what I do. Breathe in," he took an exaggerated breath in, sucking in his stomach and rising his shoulders. The boy couldn't breathe in very deeply, he could tell, but he did the best he could, "and out," he released the breath slowly, watching as Anakin did the same.

He hoped that this would work; the last thing he wanted to do was take his padawan to the medbay because he would probably have to be sedated if he was panicked to the point where he couldn't breathe any more. At first, it didn't seem to work, the boy's shallow, wheezing breathing just the same. But slowly, it eased out. The sobs dissolved away, Anakin's eyes, now sore and red, stopped spilling tears and eventually, the rasp to his breath was gone. They didn't stop until the youngling swayed a little, then slumped forward against his master's front, exhausted.

Obi-Wan sighed in relief, running a hand down his tired face. He sunk back against the sofa, ignoring the awful, aching pain it brought to his back. He didn't ask any more questions, merely sat there and cradled the boy who had sunk, boneless, into the embrace. Time slipped away from them as both took in the silence, far easier to listen to than the harsh, ragged sobs and gasps of before. The Jedi thought that Anakin had fallen asleep before a small voice spoke.

"Was a bad dream," the youngling's gaze turned up to his master, "like Mom's."

Obi-Wan slowly rubbed Anakin's back, "Are you sure?"

He nodded, "S-Sith said... had to go with him or... he'd kill you," his face crumpled, "a-and I let him. Y-you wanted me to, b-but couldn't help you. C-couldn't save you!"

The Jedi sighed, running a hand through his golden hair, "Did you see him do it?"

Anakin shook his head, "Was taking you 'way before I could see."

"Then is it a possibility, little one, that he didn't kill me?"

"O-other dreams showed me Mom dying!" the boy cried, his eyes swimming with tears again, "n-now it's showing you!"

"It could just be a dream."

"Was different!" Anakin shouted, "I know!" he choked on a sob, his head falling forward, "C-can't lose you, Master."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, trying to gather himself together. If what Anakin was saying was true, there was more than a good chance that this dream would actually play out in real life. For a man who had practically just been given a death toll, he was surprisingly unworried for his own safety. What worried him more was the fact that in that the Sith might manage to get his hands on both him and Anakin in the near future.

If he died, Obi-Wan wouldn't be there to keep him safe. By the sounds of it, no one would be there to keep Anakin safe. His mother's death had made the boy give in to the Dark Side; if Obi-Wan died, what would that mean for Anakin? It could mean that the Sith, whoever he was, could use it to his advantage. But, maybe it would be different; he was after all still a child and children reacted differently to death than adults. The grief might overtake the anger this time, but then again, maybe it wouldn't. Maybe his rage would be reborn with his master's death. Still, it was possible (and he certainly hoped that it was so) that this was just a bad dream and that none of it would come to pass. But if Anakin knew the difference between nightmares and premonitions, then maybe the boy was right.

It wasn't just what his death could do to Anakin in terms of the Force, but the boy himself. He had already lost one parent, he didn't deserve the pain of losing another. The grief could cripple him. The last thing the Jedi wanted for the youngling to be in pain; it hurt enough to watch him now and this was only at the possibility of losing his master. Force only knows what he would do if he were to lose him in reality.

"Anakin," he gently tilted the boy's chin up, making his blue eyes meet his, "there is still a chance that it is a dream but... if it is a premonition, I swear to you I will do everything in my power to make sure it will never happen. I know you want to protect me, but right now that is not your job," he cut across Anakin as he opened his mouth to protest, "when you were older, yes, you could protect me and I expected you to because that's what brothers do, isn't it? That's what family does, protect each other?" the boy nodded slowly, "but you can't do that any more, padawan. You're too young, too vulnerable. I know you want to keep me safe, but that is no longer your responsibility. I don't want you to feel the pain of losing another loved one, little one. That is the last thing I want and I will do everything I can spare you that pain. I promise I will do my utmost to keep you and myself safe. But trying to keep away from me won't work because I will always come and find you, no matter what. You are in too much danger to even think about anyone's safety other than your own. Do you understand?"

Anakin nodded, sniffling.

Obi-Wan smiled a little, pulling the boy into his arms once more, "Good. You were very brave, Anakin."

"I was?" Anakin asked, looking up at him.

"Yes. You were willing to take on the world in your pyjamas with nothing but a lightsaber and a stuffed bantha. If that isn't bravery, I don't know what is," a smile lit up the Jedi's face and as though the light was contagious, some of it was caught in Anakin's too.

...

"But I don't want you to go!" Obi-Wan sighed, turning to face the small boy who was frowning up at him, a pout distorting his mouth.

"I know you don't, Anakin," he said, putting on his cloak, "but the council said that it was urgent and I've already held it off for too long being in the bacta tank."

"Let me come too!" the boy shouted, stubbornness etched in his glower.

"They don't want you there, padawan. For whatever reason, the Council don't think you should be at this meeting."

"Don't trust me," he grumbled, inadvertently hugging Markyle as he folded his arms across his chest.

"I don't think it's that," Obi-Wan crouched down in front of the scowling youngling, relishing in the ease of which he moved. It was certainly a relief to manage such an easy movement; before he had difficulty even turning his head, "Master Windu and Master Yoda saw how you were last night. Little one, you were hysterical to the point where you couldn't even string a sentence together," he placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently, "you know how much Master Yoda loves younglings. I think he, if not Master Windu as well, didn't want to upset you again."

"But I wanna stay with you," Anakin mumbled, his anger depleting, leaving behind a mournful look on his face.

"I know you do, Anakin," Obi-Wan soothed, "I know this is bad timing and that you don't want me to leave you after that dream, but you need to remember that we're safe here. And it's only a council meeting, nothing will happen," the boy still looked unconvinced, shuffling a little from side to side as he mulled over his master's words, "you'll be with Rex. And if you want I'll see if Padme and Bail can come by and visit you."

"Not you," he mumbled, sulkily, though Obi-Wan could tell he was starting to realise that there was no way out of this.

"No, but they are your friends and I know that you'll want to see them," he rose to his feet, offering his hand to the small boy, "and I also know that you absolutely hate council meetings and so even if you were allowed to come along, you'd be asking to leave as soon as we were there."

"Would not!" Anakin replied, frowning as he took his master's hand as they began to walk.

"Oh wouldn't you?" Obi-Wan asked, smirking a little.

"No! I'd just leave."

The Jedi laughed, "Ah yes, that sounds much more like you."

The boy stopped in his tracks, arms reaching up in his usual silent request to be carried.

"What, can't you walk? I thought I was the one with all the injuries?" Obi-Wan teased.

"You're fixed now!" Anakin retorted, "wanna be tall."

"Are you sure you're not just being lazy?" the Jedi asked, picking the small boy up all the same.

"No!" Anakin frowned, wriggling in his master's grip, trying to clamber up him, "'m never lazy."

"What are you doing?" Obi-wan asked, raising an eyebrow at his padawan's misplaced belief that he was a climbing frame.

"Told you, wanna be tall," Anakin replied, still trying to climb up.

"Oh, you want to sit on my shoulders," he gripped under the boy's armpits, lifting him up over his head and onto his broad shoulders.

Anakin smiled, looking supremely satisfied with his elevated position, "Better," he declared.

"Padawan, what do we say to people who've done something for us?"

"Thank you!" the youngling chimed. Making sure Markyle was safe between his master's neck and his stomach, Anakin started to play with Obi-Wan's hair, running his hands through the auburn hair, fascinated with the locks running through his fingers.

"What are you doing?" Obi-Wan asked, a little bemused to feel the small fingers card through his hair.

"Nothing," Anakin replied, slumping forward and hiding his face in his hair.

The Jedi shook his head a little, though it wasn't an easy feat when most of his padawan's upper body was leaning on it, "You're a strange little boy, Anakin."

"That a bad thing?" he asked, turning his head a little to speak.

"No, of course it isn't," Obi-Wan smiled, patting his leg, "I think it's a very good thing that you're different."

"How come?" Anakin asked, curious.

"Padawan, we all need to be different. Otherwise we'd all be like droids, wouldn't we?"

"Artoo's different," Anakin pointed out, sitting up again and starting to make crude, makeshift plaits in his master's hair, "and threepo."

Obi-Wan chuckled. He had almost forgotten about his padawan's absurd love for those two droids, R2-D2 especially. They hadn't had the opportunity to see either of them, Anakin not being on any missions or going over to visit Padme. He couldn't deny, it would be rather amusing to hear the gold droid splutter at seeing his maker so young. Maybe he'd even short circuit, "Yes, all right, those two are different."

"They're the best!" Anakin declared happily.

"I think you may be right there, Anakin," he had reached their apartments, Rex waiting for them outside. Obi-Wan lifted the boy off his shoulders, allowing himself a grin at seeing him look so happy at being lifted so high. "Now," he said, placing him on his feet, "please try to be good. And don't try to run off."

"'m not stupid," Anakin replied, headstrong as ever, "and I'm always good!" Obi-Wan rose an eyebrow, "Well... not always," he admitted, grinning up at his master cheekily, "most of the time."

"I wouldn't go as far as to say even that padawan, but you can think what you like."

Anakin stuck out his tongue at him, before wrapping his arms round his legs, "Won't be long?"

"I'm sure I'll be back in no time," Obi-Wan replied, stroking the golden head of hair by his shins, "I'll be fine little one. I promise."

...

"How is your padawan, Obi-Wan?"

"Much better now, thank you, Master," Obi-Wan answered Yoda's question.

"Sure of this are you, hm?" Yoda asked, narrowing his eyes in his typical fashion, as though he could see right through Obi-Wan if he squinted hard enough, "great fear, I sensed him in, this morning. Great pain, for one so young."

"Ah, yes. I was unsure whether to mention this," Obi-Wan paused, "I have told you before about Anakin's premonitions. He dreamt about his mother dying and it came true," Yoda nodded, signalling him to carry on, "well, last night, Anakin thinks that he had another dream like the ones about his mother. Only this one was about me."

"What happened in the dream?" Windu asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The Sith had captured both me and Anakin. And he gave Anakin the choice to join the Dark Side, to unite with him. And if my padawan refused, he would kill me. That's why he was in so much pain. I died in his dream because he refused to join the Sith."

"Grave news this is, Obi-Wan, if this dream proves to foretell the future," Yoda said, shaking his head. The Council members glanced at one another, sharing frowns and worried mutters, "especially because of what has happened."

"You mean the bounty hunter?"

Windu shook his head, "No. The news only came to us this morning," he leant forward and Obi-Wan could have sworn he could see sympathy in the master's expression, "Count Dooku is dead."

It was hard not to react; the Jedi's eyes widened and for a moment, he stopped breathing, but he managed, somehow, to keep composure underneath all of the stares upon him, "How?" he asked quietly.

"He was beheaded, but no Jedi has come forward," now the sympathy was prominent in the man's face and it made Obi-Wan feel sick because if Mace Windu of all people was showing kindness, was actually revealing he cared, then it had to be very, very bad, "you know the rule of the Sith, Master Kenobi. One Master-"

"One apprentice," Obi-Wan whispered. He stared at the ground for a moment, before looking up, "the bounty hunter. He said that he needed Anakin alive. He was sent by the Sith."

Windu nodded, "We discovered what the bounty price was this morning. It doesn't say who to go to for the reward, but that the reward is two million credits."

The sick feeling grew, burning in his stomach, festering in his gut. Was he going to be sick? He really hoped not, the last time he had been sick in front of Windu was when he was thirteen and neither of them particularly enjoyed the experience. Force, he wanted to sit down, but he remained where he was, still keeping up the front, still keeping composed, though he didn't know how. Two million credits were being offered up and there would be hundreds of bounty hunters after his youngling. He couldn't fight them all off. Maybe Anakin's premonition was true after all. Maybe the Sith would catch them after all.

...

Obi-Wan knew the council weren't going to comfort him. He didn't expect them to, but still, reassurance would have been nice. He allowed himself a brief few minutes in an abandoned bathroom, letting his body sink to the floor, to curl up tight and wish this whole nightmare away. No one saw so it didn't matter, it didn't matter that his hands were shaking, that he felt sick to the core, that all he could think about was the small boy who was at home, who could at any minute be snatched away from him.

Anakin was the only reason Obi-Wan didn't let himself break down. Because he wanted to. He wanted so badly to cry and scream and shake and give in to the awful fear that was bearing down on him like someone had taken the whole weight of Coruscant and placed in on his shoulders. He wanted to let someone else fix it for once because it was him, it was always him who had to be strong and he didn't want to be. In that moment, all he wanted was someone, anyone to fix this. But life had never given him easy fixes. And no one else could look after Anakin other than him. No one else could protect him because Obi-Wan would always defend to the death. Because he loved him and love offered a protection that the Order couldn't provide.

The Jedi made his way to their apartment, staggering there with unseeing eyes. He felt almost hollow, numb, like he had pushed his emotions down so deep that he couldn't even sense them any more. Anakin was playing Rex, naturally. Obi-Wan wasn't even sure what they were doing, but Rex was smiling and Anakin was nattering on, as usual. He looked so happy. It was like he had never had the nightmare. The boy looked up, his eyes shining on seeing his master.

He shot up, a broad grin splitting his face, "Hi!"

Obi-Wan couldn't smile in return. He tried, but he couldn't. Instead, he turned to Rex, who now looking at him with concern, "Rex, could you give us a moment?"

The clone frowned at the man's rasping voice. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but thought better of it. Nodding, he gave Anakin one last smile before rising to his feet and heading outside. Anakin stared at his master, the smile now faded from his mouth and his eyes no longer shining. "Master?"

Obi-Wan didn't speak. He walked towards him, before sinking to his knees. He pulled Anakin into a tight, desperate embrace, clinging to the boy as tight as he could without hurting him. Anakin didn't ask what was wrong, but he could feel the confusion and worry emanating off his padawan. The Jedi buried his against him, rocking slightly back and forth. He was so scared. He shouldn't be. They were safe here, no one would get them. But Count Dooku was dead. And the Sith had already began the hunt for his padawan. They weren't safe, not when it felt the whole galaxy was after them.

The Sith wanted Anakin as his apprentice. Would he fall? He wanted to believe, more than anything, that his padawan would hold fast, that he would be able to not be seduced by the Dark Side, but if Obi-Wan were to die, then what would that mean for Anakin? He already knew what had happened when his mother had died, how close he had come to falling then. He was dark then, he had been dark. If that was his reaction after losing his parent, what would he do when Obi-Wan died? The Sith would use his grief, his rage, his despair and Obi-Wan wouldn't even be able to help him, to bring him back to the light. Would his padawan fall?

"Don't wanna be a Sith! Wanna be a Jedi! Wanna stay with you!"

Obi-Wan shut his eyes, sucking in a shaky breath.

"Then that's what will happen. Padawan, no matter what you will always have a choice. You can choose the light or the dark. Only you can do that. No one else can do it for you."

"I-I choose the Light."

"Then that is the path you will follow."

"Master?" Obi-Wan pulled away a little to look into the boy's worried face, "you okay?"

Anakin had made his choice. Obi-Wan died. In his dream, he was killed. His padawan chose to let that happen, he chose to not join the Sith. Obi-Wan didn't know what his death would do, what the repercussions would be on the small boy, but he had decided to stay with the light. And that was most definitely a good sign.

"Yes, Anakin," he murmured, gently cupping the boy's cheek with his hand, "I am. Don't worry. Everything will be fine."