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Dex rings him at about two in the morning. He's not surprised to say the least, and gives a small grimace as the familiar tone plays.
There was a part of him that desperately hoped it wasn't why, but he knew otherwise.
Uncurling himself from Satine - who grumbled but rose on an elbow nonetheless - he pawed around for his comlink and answered.
"Kenobi speaking."
"Obi-Wan. Can I ask why one of your padawans is in my kitchen looking like a krayt dragon swallowed her and spit it out? It's not good for business."
Obi-Wan sighed, looking at the ground before facing his long time friend. "Does she have any money with her? Toiletries, clothes, anything?"
Dex folded his four arms across his chest, shaking his large head. "Notta thing, or else I wouldn't be calling you."
"...fair."
"Does this have anythin' to do with that trial? Or is that Jedi business?"
Snorting, Obi-Wan pushed the blanket aside and stood. "I'll be over in an hour, Dex. Is Hermione there?"
"Sent her home 'fore this business happened."
"Okay…" He heard the mattress creak, and feet hit the floor. "See you in a bit."
"Alrighty - say hi to the missus for me."
"Dex - " Obi-Wan started before the hologram disappeared. Sighing, he looked over at his bed partner rifling through a dresser. "I suppose I can't convince you to not come with me?"
Satine scoffed, turning around and throwing a t-shirt and a pair of socks at him. "Ahsoka is a child. I lose control of my system, convince everyone that I am more than capable of being outside a hospital ward, and come to find out in those two weeks the dumbest of manhunts and trials has been conducted against Ahsoka Tano?"
"...you know my hands were tied. I'm in enough trouble as it is, rescuing you and - "
"Interfering with galactic politics, fucking a Mandalorian, warming her bed in the guise of protecting while I don't even know the status of my people or - " Satine cut herself off, turning to brush at her tears. In her bra and leggings she looked so thin, wounds still healing from days of torture, exhaustion radiating off of her.
"... we'll find Korkie," Obi-Wan whispered. He stepped forward, grasping her shoulder gently. "Knowing our boy he's rallying support and trying to keep everyone he can safe. Establish trust… communication will come. I have full faith in it "
Satine nodded, wiping at her eyes. She knew better than to argue with his faith in the universe, after all their years together. "I'm not losing another child I care about."