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"You're getting a bit skinny."
The Coruscant sky bloomed in the sunset, orange light filtering in through her window, as her Jedi Master- Anakin Skywalker- sat on her bed with an eyebrow raised
She scowled, and it must have come off as quite intimidating because Anakin's eyebrow dropped immediately as he chuckled. She growled menacingly, rolling over and burying her face into the pillow.
"Mphprblllll..."
"I didn't quite catch that Little One," Anakin drawled, leaning back on his hands. She could hear his stupid smug smile.
"I said go away."
"Can't do that," he replied jovially, shaking the bed as he stood. Kriff he was tall.
She groaned. "Isn't there some sort of big Jedi General thing you're supposed to be attending?"
She knew there was, and though she'd simplified and made light of it, the HIGHCOM conference was extremely important. Anakin couldn't just play hooky to hang out with her.
I'm not that important.
She could hear Anakin rustling around in the kitchenette of their shared Master-Padawan Suite.
"Nah, they'll be fine. I told Obi-wan to stand in for me. I usually have to write his mission reports anyways so he'll be able to read through mine."
Ahsoka blinked. Anakin... wrote Master Kenobi's mission reports?
Wait...
Anakin came into the room with a steaming mug of... something. He eased Ahsoka up and placed the warm mug in her hand.
"Careful, it's still cooling," he chided as she took a tentative sip.
It was... earthy. Zesty. Spicy.
It was good.
"It's tea," He explained. "My Mom used to make it for me when I was a kid. I remember it would work wonders when I was sick. Tattooine got pretty cold at night."
What? Tattooine? Mom? Anakin never talked about his past, especially not about Tattooine. And since when did he have a Mom?
A million questions ran through her mind, and Ahsoka could only handle so much in her sickly state, so she started with her first one.
"You told Master Kenobi you were staying with me?" She asked meekly, "cause I'm sick?"
She looked up at the chisled face of her Master, and was met with a softness she rarely saw from him.
"Ahsoka..." he reached up and set a hand on her shoulder. "You're my kid. It's my responsibility to take care of you. Obi-wan understands."
My kid.
My Kid.
My Mom used to make this for me.
Ahsoka looked down at her mug,, and after a moment took a deep sip of the earthy tea. "Tell... tell me about your mom."
Anakin smiled at her, eyes soft- but filled with an ancient pain.
"Well, her name was Shmi Skywalker... and she was the most caring parent in the universe..."
As she listened to Anakin talk about his life as a Slave on Tattoine, Ahsoka leaned on him and began to drift into sleep.
Ahsoka doubted Shmi was the most caring parent in the universe.
She was pretty sure she had that right here.