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With a cloth caught between his fingers, Anakin pressed his thumb into the side of his nose to stem the bleeding. He wasn’t alarmed; while he’d never been particularly prone to nosebleeds, the dry air of Tatooine made them a matter everyone had to learn how to deal with.
This planet was not Tatooine, and it wasn’t dry air or sand particles causing his problem this time.
Admittedly, Anakin had not taken Obi-Wan’s wisdom about the blood-thinning properties of local fruit very seriously. He just hoped he could clean up the evidence before he got an “I told you so.”