Rory wasn't dragging her heels at all as she and Anakin made their last trip out to her car. Vladdie was still in her arms, her suitcase was in the trunk with several boxes (mostly of books) and she was doing her best to not think about lasts.
How that was the last time she'd be in her room, probably. How this was the last time for a long time she'd be with her dog, or with Anakin.
Mmm, more repressing.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked softly.
[for one, obviously. Feel free to stop by and say goodbye
here]