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Padme is in Room 202, knitting. Or, as they called it on her world, 'needle weaving'. Her mother would laugh to see her like this. She had never been the domestic type.
But there had been needles and yarn, and she wanted to make sure that Anakin was warm enough. The temperature rarely varies, here, but she figures that his robes will wear out sometime, they'll get thin and tattered.
So the scarf she's knitting is rather larger than a typical scarf might be, it's wide and long and of a sufficiently dark color to blend with his Jedi robes. She is beginning to understand what being concerned for her family truly is, now that she's married.
Her life on Naboo seems so long ago, now, family and friends and her old life almost like a dream. She can do nothing about them now, or the things that will happen to them. She still misses them, but it's better not to think about them as people that can be seen anymore.
Things are...not precisely pleasant, here, but they are much simpler, and the work is simpler. Maybe that's what she needed, all along. Just...Anakin and a simpler world.
But there had been needles and yarn, and she wanted to make sure that Anakin was warm enough. The temperature rarely varies, here, but she figures that his robes will wear out sometime, they'll get thin and tattered.
So the scarf she's knitting is rather larger than a typical scarf might be, it's wide and long and of a sufficiently dark color to blend with his Jedi robes. She is beginning to understand what being concerned for her family truly is, now that she's married.
Her life on Naboo seems so long ago, now, family and friends and her old life almost like a dream. She can do nothing about them now, or the things that will happen to them. She still misses them, but it's better not to think about them as people that can be seen anymore.
Things are...not precisely pleasant, here, but they are much simpler, and the work is simpler. Maybe that's what she needed, all along. Just...Anakin and a simpler world.