Adrina gave the young child a smile as she shooed him away. She washed her hands, laughing to herself. Children were so precious and innocent. With a small fleeting smile, Adrina wondered what it would have been like to have a child of her own running about. She pushed the thought out of her mind. There was no use pining over what would never – could never – happen.
"Any more patients waiting?" Adrina called out.
Maelle stuck her head into the clinic's examination room. "No, that sweet little boy was the last of them. More will come tomorrow."
Adrina nodded. "Undoubtedly." The latest expedition to Nak Shimor was going smoothly, but was busy as expected. The latest illness terrorizing the population was nasty, but the MedCorps group had arrived in enough time to head off the worst, it seemed. Still, they had their work cut out for them.
Adrina turned to face the younger healer. "So, tell me, Assistant Amon. What is our next step?"
Maelle's eyes widened at the test. She hesitated. Maelle looked away, unnerved by Adrina's direct and unwavering gaze. "I.. We… The instruments."
"What about the instruments?" Adrina tilted her head. "Should we throw them out? Set them on fire?"
"No!" Maelle squeaked. Adrina waited. Maelle took a deep breath. "They need to be cleaned. Everything should be prepared and ready for the next patients."
Adrina smiled. "Very good, Maelle. That is exactly right."
The eighteen year old exhaled a sigh of relief and moved to help Adrina with the task.
Adrina gasped suddenly, grasping her chest. She staggered into the cold exam table, dark spots blurring her vision. Anakin was in terrible pain. Tears welled in her eyes. Anger, so much anger. Her heart was close to bursting. Something terrible had happened. She hoped nothing had happened to Padmé. Anakin would never forgive himself. Surely Obi-Wan was safe….
Maelle was at her side in an instant. "Adrina, are you alright? What's wrong?" Vaguely, Adrina sensed Maelle reaching out with the Force, trying to find the cause of Adrina's distress where medical technology failed to deliver results.
"I'm alright." Adrina gasped out. "It's not me that's hurt."
Maelle frowned, but didn't contradict her supervisor.
Adrina grasped Maelle's arm tightly and focused on taking deep, even breaths. Slowly, the pain in her chest faded to a dull ache.
"What happened?" Maelle was frightened; Adrina could hear it in her voice. She regretted startling Maelle.
Adrina sighed. "There was...a disturbance in the Force." She disliked the phrase, but it best communicated what Maelle needed to know. "I'm alright." She stood with a wobbly smile. "We must get back to work. Blef should be back from the outpost soon, and we can't let him think we're useless without him. He'll be insufferable."
Maelle nodded, but watched Adrina carefully the rest of the evening.
Three days later, Adrina received a message from Coruscant. It was from Mace Windu. Curious, she sat down at the desk and played the message. "An army has been assembled for the Republic and is en route to Geonosis." Windu began without preamble. Adrina's blood chilled. "There is a large Separatist force amassed there. Take your group of healers and meet us at Geonosis. I have sent you the coordinates. Be prepared for anything. May the Force be with you."
Adrina sat back in her chair, stunned. So war had come at last. She supposed war was inevitable. It always seemed inevitable. And she was to bring her small band of healers to the battle. Adrina knew her ship's inventory well – and it would not be sufficient in the least, not for a full-scale battle – and she knew the MedCorps. She worried they would not be prepared for the casualties that awaited them. And how had the Republic assembled an army overnight?
The healers on Nak Shimor understood the need for the Jedi to leave, though they were reluctant to see them go. Adrina knew that her band wasn't strictly needed, that the Shimorians were capable of handling everything without aid, but she wished they weren't being called away all the same.
Looking at the familiar faces around her, Adrina worried for her group. The mission to Nak Shimor was not meant to be high risk and as such only she and Blef were experienced. The two technicians and Maelle had never seen the horror of a battlefield or heard the blood-curdling screams of the dying. They had never been asked to run through laser fire to provide aid to those who needed it most. But if war was upon them, Adrina knew this would not be their last scene of battle.
"Are you ready?" Blef asked with a grim smile as he walked up the boarding ramp.
Adrina nodded.
Mid-way through the flight, Adrina left the cockpit and helped the other healers prepare the limited supplies in anticipation of a battle. They all hoped that more supplies were brought. Blef appeared suddenly, a somber expression on his face.
They had arrived.
They could hear the explosions from the atmosphere.
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Adrina was the first to step off the ship, her lightsaber in hand. The battle was going strong, and it was obvious that the medical droids needed aid. Adrina jumped right in and began helping where she was needed. She wondered, briefly, how the Republic had managed to amass such a large and coordinated force, but the chaos prohibited further contemplation. Time became a blur of brutal surgeries and hurried healing trances. Adrina's heart tore apart, witnessing the injuries with which the soldiers were entering the Republic Medical Surgical Unit. She could only be bitterly thankful this was not her first experience with battlefield medicine.
The first lull allowed Adrina to pause and catch her breath. As she always did in these situations, Adrina took the opportunity to smile at her nearest patient. Her smile faltered when she, for the first time, saw who she was treating. "Buir?" Adrina whispered, chocolate eyes wide. "What are you doing here?" It couldn't be. It wasn't possible!
The man shook his head calmly. "Sorry, ma'am. I'm CC-4477."
Adrina blinked. "Is that your name?" Adrina asked hesitantly.
The man tilted his head ever so slightly, just as Adrina remembered her father doing when he was puzzled. "It is my insignia."
Dread pooled in Adrina's stomach. Steeling herself, Adrina cautiously looked around her. Darkness blurred the edges of her vision and she gripped the bed to maintain balance. She saw her father in every patient, as far as she could see. She blinked once, twice, three times. She shook her head. No, her eyesight was not failing her. The Republic had, somehow, procured a clone army and her father was the template. He had to have been - how else could every single man as far as her eyes could see be an exact copy of her father? But why? Who had commissioned it?
Adrina shook the faintness from her head and nausea from her stomach, forcing her attention back to the trooper. She took a fortifying breath. "Do you have a name?" Adrina pressed.
Her question visibly surprised CC-4477. He answered almost immediately. The undercurrent of curiosity gave her hope. "My brothers call me Thire."
"May I call you Thire?"
"As you wish."
Adrina nodded and took a deep breath. At least her father's personality hadn't been directly replicated, as well. "Well, Thire," Adrina adopted her best soothing tone and prayed no one could see how rattled she was. "You're going to be just fine. You'll probably be sore for a few days and you should definitely avoid putting all of your weight on that leg, but you'll be one hundred percent in two days or so."
Thire thanked her sincerely again and hobbled away to see to his men. Adrina took another steadying breath as she watched him move between cots. Her heart hammered and her throat constricted. She shoved the tears away with a large exhale. There were other patients that needed tending. Her pain and heartbreak was nothing compared to their suffering.
And so Adrina moved from patient to patient, doing her best to not let their face haunt her.
Adrina didn't know how much time had elapsed when she suddenly found herself planted in front of an obviously injured Obi-Wan Kenobi. She inhaled sharply, a chill stealing over her heart. Her chest tightened uncomfortably.
Adrina's keen eyes surveyed Obi-Wan's body. He had received two wounds that looked suspiciously as if they were inflicted by a lightsaber. The first was on his left shoulder and the other was on his left leg, just above his knee cap. Adrina looked at him sharply, noticing instantly that the wounds were deep. It was a wonder to Adrina that he wasn't in shock yet.
The healer moved quickly, hastily inspecting the wounds and applying bacta patches with a grim expression. "I don't know how you got these," Adrina muttered as she worked quickly. "But you need to get your behind to Coruscant or some other place that is better equipped than this RMSU is here. We're all but out of supplies. There's a transport leaving for Coruscant in five minutes, and you're going to be on it."
Obi-Wan knew better than to argue with her, and, besides, he didn't have any strength left with which to argue.
"Where's Anakin?" Adrina asked, a small amount of fear creeping into her voice as she half-carried him to the transport. All hovercraft were being used to transport patients in more critical conditions. "He's normally right beside you."
Obi-Wan didn't respond immediately. Adrina glanced at their feet to make sure they wouldn't stumble over anything as they stepped into the transport, almost full of critically wounded soldiers.
"What's happened to him? What's happened to you?" Adrina pressed, searching Obi-Wan's face as he laid down on a bunk.
"We...we followed Count Dooku." Obi-Wan finally said, sighing heavily. "He was a...powerful opponent. More powerful than we realized. Anakin… he saved my life." Adrina became progressively paler with each word. She had the feeling, however, that there was something Obi-Wan was not telling her. He sighed again. "Adrina, Anakin is on his way to Coruscant already. He lost most of his right arm."
Adrina sank heavily to the floor. Her head in her hands. Her heart couldn't take any more.
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Adrina stood gazing out the window in the Jedi Temple Infirmary, arms crossed over her chest. All of the beds were full and still more were needed. The air was thick with the smell of blood, dust and cleaning solution. All of the patients were in a healing trance and Adrina paused to catch her breath.
From the report she had received, the battle was over, the Separatists in a full retreat. The clone army had saved the Republic from a most certain defeat. Adrina wondered where they were putting the army. She had not been informed of the location, but she was determined that she would know as soon as she found someone with that knowledge.
Trying to clear her thoughts, Adrina moved Anakin's bed. He lay terribly still, resting peacefully in his healing trance. She lightly brushed her fingers over the cool metal of Anakin's new arm. She swallowed hard, pained. She had seen horrible things, had endured the unspeakable, in her life, but never had anything so serious befallen Anakin. Her little brother… She had heard from Yoda how fierce a swordsman Count Dooku was, and her little brother had - to no one's surprise - rushed headlong at him, regardless of Obi-Wan's diligent and wise instructions.
Adrina was grateful neither man's injuries were more severe.
Adrina shifted her gaze to Obi-Wan, laying in the bed adjacent his apprentice. The expression on his lightly tanned face was utterly peaceful, and it seemed to give a more youthful feel to him. Beneath his beard, Adrina could see the same compassionate and thoughtful padawan who had lent her his cloak on the ship to Naboo all those years ago. She smiled softly. She remembered when Obi-Wan first grew his beard, thinking it was the silliest thing he could do. Now, though, Adrina thought with a tilt of her head, the beard made him look quite handsome indeed. The shocking thought jarred Adrina. She shook the ridiculous notion from her head. She must be quite tired indeed for such nonsense to manifest itself.
Friends… Adrina sighed. She surveyed the Infirmary again. Her family lay in each bed. How many would survive the war, she wondered morosely. The Jedi were sure to be on the frontlines, death's beloved playground.
But the time for reverie had ended. There was much work to be done. Briskly brushing invisible dirt from her skirt, Adrina began taking Obi-Wan's vitals and notating his chart. According to Neema's note, Obi-Wan was due to emerge from his healing trance. "No point in delaying," Adrina whispered to herself and brought him out.
Obi-Wan emitted a small moan as he came into full consciousness. "Where am I?" Obi-Wan murmured groggily.
Adrina moved back to his side and gently touched his hand for reassurance. "You're in the Infirmary at the Temple," Adrina said quietly before reaching for the glass of water the med droid had brought over. "You're safe."
Obi-Wan blinked and tried to sit up slowly, Adrina slipped her right arm under his back and assisted his movements. She watched as he gazed in stunned silence over the Infirmary. "So many," Obi-Wan murmured, his sadness mirroring her own.
Adrina followed his gaze. She squared her shoulders. It was not the time or place for such grim thoughts. "How are you feeling, Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan swallowed hard. "Groggy, but better than before."
Adrina nodded, looking over him critically. She inspected his shoulder pleased that it had healed itself quite nicely.
"What is the verdict?"
Adrina glanced up before moving on to his leg. "About the battle, or about your wounds?"
Obi-Wan paused. "Both."
"Well, you will be pleased to know that you have healed quite nicely. Do try to keep yourself out of the Infirmary, however," Adrina informed. "As you can see, we're quite full up in here." She drew quiet. Obi-Wan looked at her curiously.
"And the battle?"
Adrina pursed her lips. "It was declared a victory for the Republic." She did not offer any more information, knowing that the questions she wanted answers to were best not to be asked at present. Obi-Wan understood her tone enough to know that she did not want the issue pushed.
"Good," Obi-Wan murmured. Adrina looked up sharply at that, her face characteristically blank.
"You should be ready for discharge soon. I want to keep you here for another hour for observation, but you seem to be healing well, Master Kenobi."
And then Obi-Wan knew he was in deep trouble. "Is it alright if I sit up?" Adrina pursed her lips, but gave him a curt nod.
Obi-Wan hesitantly threw his legs over the side of the bed. Adrina watched nearby, ready to help if need be, but Obi-Wan had the feeling that she was upset about something. He just could not figure out what he had done, or said, that would affect her thus.
"How is Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked gently, not wishing to upset her further. He noticed her shoulders droop ever so slightly.
"He is stable and should make a full recovery," Adrina said, notating Obi-Wan's chart. "His body seems to be accepting the prosthetic well."
Obi-Wan nodded, thankful. "He saved my life. Again," Obi-Wan mused, staring at Anakin's new arm.
Adrina regarded him carefully. "If you blame yourself for what happened to his arm, you are an idiot," Adrina crossed arms. Obi-Wan winced. "Dooku is very skilled. You were already battle-weary, and Anakin is rash, impulsive, and not as skilled as he thinks he is. It could have happened to anyone, so stop being an idiot."
Obi-Wan didn't say anything for a moment. Her sincerity, as always, rang clear. He knew she was right, but it didn't help his guilt. "Thank you, Adrina," Obi-Wan murmured.
Adrina looked at him for a moment. "If you are up to it, I have questions about this new army; I find it more than coincidental that Master Yoda arrived on Geonosis with a clone army just after you visit Kamino."
"Ah, yes," Obi-Wan adjusted the pillow propping him up. "I wanted to ask you, do you know a man called..."
"Healer Skywalker!" The frantic hiss interrupted Obi-Wan's question. Adrina's head snapped around. "You're needed outside the Infirmary immediately."
Adrina frowned at the young Technician. "What happened, Thorem?"
"It's Senator Amidala," Thorem Byers said, careful to keep his wavering voice hushed. Glancing at Anakin, eyes making knowing contact with Obi-Wan, Adrina sighed and moved towards the door. "She arrived a few minutes ago, demanding to see Anakin Skywalker. Gale and me, we intercepted her as we were coming on shift, but she's creating such a ruckus and she's threatening to file an official complaint."
Yes, Adrina could just imagine the scene. "Don't worry, Thorem. You and Gale did just as you should. I daresay you aren't responsible for a grown woman's unseemly behavior. I'll handle it. Inform Master Che and then go about your duties."
Thorem's shoulders dropped. "Oh, thank you, Healer Skywalker. Thank you."
The thick metal doors muffled the noise of Padmé's vehemence, but couldn't block it entirely. "I am Senator Amidala; you will let me through. I demand you let me through at once!" The woman's protests grew louder with each denial and she would be disturbing patients if she continued on.
Adrina smoothed the irritation from her face and steeled her nerves for an unpleasant conversation. She slid through the doors.
Padmé visibly relaxed when she saw Adrina. She rushed over and grasped Adrina's hands. "Thank goodness you're here, Adrina. Please, you have to let me through to see Anakin. I have to see him! I have to know he's alright! They," Padmé glared at the technician who had stopped her, "Refuse to allow me to see him."
Adrina gave Gale a pacifying smile. "Yes, and quite rightly so." Padmé's thunderous expression returned, but Adrina plowed ahead before she could protest. "Anakin is already in a healing trance and must not be disturbed. Technicians Byers and Vex are only following orders. You should commend them for the excellent care they are taking of Anakin."
"I need to see him, Adrina," Padmé pleaded. "You don't understand."
Adrina sighed internally. Clearly being thrown together had indeed caused an unfortunate intimacy to develop between her brother and the Senator. She waved Gale back to her duties; she did not need to be privy to the conversation sure to follow. "I believe I do understand, Padmé," Adrina said softly. "And I can assure you that what Anakin needs right now is peace – to not be disturbed, whatever your intentions."
"I won't disturb him, I promise." Padmé pulled herself up into the image of the pristine politician Adrina knew her to be. "I only wish to see for myself that he is alright."
Adrina arched an eyebrow. "I can assure you that Anakin is receiving the best care in the Republic. But," she swept her eyes over Padmé's disheveled and blood-stained clothing, "I can see that you have not been provided the same courtesy. Please, allow me to treat your wounds."
"No, I'm fine." Padmé waved her concern away. "I just need to see Anakin."
Adrina adopted her most soothing tone, reserved for the most recalcitrant of patients. "Padmé, I appreciate your concern for Anakin. It is very commendable. But our policy is longstanding and unbending, as is our policy on treating all who walk through our doors. That includes you." She knew she could easily make Padmé capitulate, but she refused to use Padmé's relationship with Anakin as a persuasive tactic; she could hardly encourage their relationship.
Padmé crossed her arms. "I won't leave here until I've seen him."
"Then I shall be back momentarily with a blanket and supplies, because the policy, as I said before, is unbending and you have no business refusing medical aid in the state you're in. You will see Anakin again, but only after he has recovered and not a moment before. And if you cared about your friend, you would heed the instructions of his healer and not cause such a ruckus. You were beginning to disturb patients."
At that, Padmé appeared suitably ashamed.
"I do understand, Padmé," Adrina said in a gentler tone. "You should know I only have Anakin's best interest at heart as his healer and his sister. I promise you that Anakin is doing well."
Padmé lowered her head. "I'll go, then."
Adrina caught Padmé's arm. "Let me tend to your back, first. Please." Padmé hesitated briefly before slowly nodded. Adrina mulled over the words she knew needed to be said as she hastily led her to a private room before she could spy Anakin.
"Thank you, Adrina."
"I'm afraid this will be initially painful," Adrina warned, cutting away what remained of Padmé's top and began cleansing the wound. She worked in silence. After knitting her patient's broken skin back together, Adrina took a deep breath and said, "Anakin is in love with you."
Padmé bowed her head. "I know."
Adrina shook her head. "Anakin never could hide his emotions well," she said wryly. "I expect you knew how he felt before he said anything."
Padmé remained silent.
"And based on your rather unbecoming outburst earlier, I believe I may safely assume you return his feelings in some fashion."
"Our relationship – whatever it may be – is our own," Padmé said stiffly.
Adrina frowned. "Anakin is a Jedi. You are a Senator. There is no privacy or secrecy, even when Anakin leaves the Order."
Padmé's lips pressed into a thin line.
Adrina slowly took a step backwards, wide-eyed. "Anakin does not plan to leave the Order?" She breathed. "You plan to keep your relationship a secret." Adrina pushed her disappointment aside. "Be reasonable, Padmé; Anakin may be deluded into thinking you can hide your relationship, but that's all it is: a delusion. Your relationship will be built on a lie."
Padmé jerked away and glared at Adrina. "Is this why you wanted me in here? To bully me into ending my relationship with Ani?"
"You are hardly a woman to be bullied, Senator Amidala," Adrina replied cooly. "Much like cleaning an infected wound, the truth is often painful. But that does not alter what is true – or what is right. I love my brother, Senator. You know that I do. And I would see him happy. But you cannot pretend to be blind to reality. You know your circumstances. You must end it. You know Ani won't. Or persuade Anakin to do the right thing and leave the Order."
"I know very well who and what Ani is," Padmé bit out. "Do you think that I wanted to fall in love with him? To risk both of our futures? I didn't. I have spent my entire life living...rationally. Making the prudent decision, even at the cost of my happiness. But I can't now. Not with Ani. I can't give him up."
Adrina shook her head. "You know this will only end in despair, Padmé."
"It would be worth a lifetime of happiness."
"A lifetime?" Adrina closed her eyes. "Padmé..."
"I won't end it," Padmé snapped. "I love him."
"Love isn't always enough," Adrina whispered.
"No. You're wrong."
Adrina licked her lips. Her throat constricted painfully. "I thought love was enough, once. I believed with all my heart that love triumphed over all. But, Padmé, I'm afraid you will learn, as I did, that there are some things love simply cannot conquer. And when you discover that, I will weep for you, but you will have no one to blame for your heartache but yourself."
Padmé stared at Adrina for a long moment. "There is more to life than pain and heartache, Adrina. And I hope you learn that one day."
Adrina merely shook her head. She produced a brown tunic from the cupboard and silently offered it to Padmé. The Senator pulled her arms through the garment and fastened it with jerky, agitated movements. She stormed from the room.
Adrina couldn't be sorry she had upset Padmé for she had only spoken the truth. Doubtless Anakin would learn of their conversation, and Adrina winced. That conversation would not be as calm. But if Padmé, the undoubtedly more sensible of the couple, refused to see reason, what hope was there for Anakin?
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"I feel fine, really," Anakin insisted.
Anakin's promise fell on skeptical ears. Whether it should be properly labeled a hero complex or a martyr complex, Adrina wasn't certain, but all Jedi, she decided, derived a perverse pleasure from beating their bodies to a pulp in the name of the greater good and then insisting they were alright. Truly, it was a great miracle of the ages that the Jedi Order had survived the centuries.
Adrina snorted. "Yes, you always say that."
Anakin flashed her a winning smile.
"I'll keep my eyes on him," Obi-Wan said, coming up behind Adrina.
"And who will keep their eyes on you?" Adrina countered. "You're just as bad as Anakin. If I didn't know better, I'd say he learned his bad habits from you." Both men muttered indignant protests that Adrina ignored. "Regardless, Master Che has deemed you both fit for release on the stipulation that you at least attempt to make prudent decisions. Neither of you are fully recovered. You still need rest and plenty of it. Don't you dare undo all my hard work."
"We'll be on our best behavior," Obi-Wan promised.
Adrina narrowed her eyes at his mollifying smile and snorted. "Off with you. I'm sure the Council wants to meet with you both." She caught Anakin's hand before he had taken a step and pulled him close. Standing on her tiptoes, she barely reached his ear to whisper, "I will always love you – don't forget."
Anakin's lopsided grin warmed her heart. She wrapped her arms around her stomach. She memorized the sight of Anakin walking away. It would't be long before he spoke to Padmé and then what would he do? What angry words would he have for his big sister? Rubbing her face, Adrina sighed and turned back to the patients still in her care.
The future could wait. She was needed in the present.
The familiar click of wood on tile lifted Adrina's head from her patient's medical chart. "What can I do for you, Master Yoda?"
"A visit I have had from young Thorem Byers."
Adrina sighed. She put the chart away. "I suspected you might want a word about that. I believe Room Four is empty at present. We can speak there if you would like." Adrina led Yoda down the long row of beds to the exam room
"How feel you?"
Adrina blinked at Yoda's unexpected question. "About what in particular?"
Yoda chuckled and settled both hands on his cane.
"Well," Adrina frowned as she searched for the words. "In shock, over all. This was all so sudden."
"Yes. Sudden, for us," Yoda said quietly. "But ever growing the Dark Side has been. Prepared our enemy was."
Adrina's blood ran cold. Yes, the Republic was unprepared, but their enemy was not – and in war, that could be the difference between life and death. But how did the Republic raise an army overnight?
"Speak to the Senator you did?" Yoda asked. "Subtle she was not." So Yoda already knew about their relationship - unsurprising.
Adrina leaned against the exam bed with folded arms. She couldn't meet Yoda's eyes. She felt dirty, as if she was betraying her brother. "I told her she needed to end her relationship with Anakin."
Yoda waited.
Adrina winced. "She...refused. But I will talk to Anakin. They could still do the right thing."
Yoda nodded slowly before sighing. "Support the Jedi Code in this, you do not. Yet discourage them, you do."
Adrina managed a weak smile. "I think we can both agree that even if the Code allowed their relationship, Anakin's maturity is lacking in some rather important respects. But, regardless, Anakin took the vow. That means something to me, even if Anakin overlooks it. He is within his right to desire the relationship, but to remain in the Order and hide it..."
"Integrity, yes. Trust, you do not, those who lie," Yoda observed.
Adrina shrugged.
Yoda shook his head with another sad sigh. "Much there is on young Skywalker's mind. Distracted by his mother he is – need distraction from the Senator he does not."
"What do you mean, he's distracted by Mom?" Adrina frowned. Of course Anakin would always miss his mother, just as Adrina would, but she thought that had improved in recent years as Anakin found his place.
"To Tatooine he went. Sensed young Skywalker in the Force, I did. Great pain. Great anger. A terrible tragedy… To Shmi Skywalker, something has happened, I fear."
Adrina swallowed hard. She remembered the terrible pain she felt on Nak Shimor. "Anakin didn't say anything to me," she whispered. Surely he could have found a way to tell her before he was discharged or asked to speak with her if nothing else. Surely?
"Speak to him when returned he has," Yoda counseled.
"Returned?"
"Escorting Senator Amidala to Naboo he is," Yoda said.
Adrina remained carefully silent. Escorting her home surely couldn't do further damage. Besides, Adrina reminded herself, Anakin and Padmé would not likely be thrown together for a long while with the war raging.
"Dark times, these are. Dark times." Yoda rapped his cane on the floor once. "Duties you have."
Adrina straightened and clasped her hands behind her back. "Yes. May the Force be with you, Master Yoda."