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[hypocriteonjl]

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[It doesn't matter where you are in the garden; if you're in a public area, you now see what appears to be a giant red and white robot casually walking around, like it's totally normal for giant robots to be wandering the building.  This is Gavril, both reacquainting himself with the building as well as testing out parts of his armor's

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[ofherfate]

[Gavril always did remind Padmé of a larger version of C-3PO only white and red and never much grated on her nerves as the helpful droid always did in her apartments on Coruscant. But Gavril is not that hard to miss, not at all, and as soon as she spots him she picks up her steps to make her way over to him, smiling.]

Instructor Ivanovich! Good afternoon, are you back in Garden now?

[hypocriteonjl]

Please, call me Gavril! I insist. Is very nice to be seeing you again, Padmé.

[Pulls his helmet off.] I am. I wanted to be in peculiar place.

[ofherfate]

Is Garden really still so strange to you? After all this time?

[A light hint of teasing to her tone. Their bond reminds her of the one she had shared with the Senator Bail Organa; she was grateful for it.]

[hypocriteonjl]

Nyet, building is same. People are different.

Well, not all people. You are look good.

[ofherfate]

[Padmé's laughter is light and warm. Now who's teasing who?] You mean to say I look well, Gavril.

[hypocriteonjl]

Da, look well.

[ofherfate]

Thank you. You're also looking well. I hope your travels weren't too troublesome?

[hypocriteonjl]

I love travelling! But now, I want to stay one place for small part.

[ofherfate]

That's exactly how I felt. And it's nice to be back, don't you agree?

[hypocriteonjl]

Very nice to be back. Is familiar. Has friends.

[ofherfate]

Friends are a wonderful thing to have, you're right. [Padmé glances off to the side. She still misses Coruscant, even the Senate. Anakin. She sighs to herself and brings her attention back to the large man.]

Gavril... Do you ever miss it?

[hypocriteonjl]

Every day. But I know is no way back and is no use to banjo on what not have. And here is not bad. Is much worse place to be, and here has good people.

[ofherfate]

The Headmaster is a good person. To take all of us in and provide with the luxuries he has, asking little of us than our help in return... [She nods and gives him a small smile.]

You're right, Gavril.

[hypocriteonjl]

[Pats her very gently on the back.] Is only nature to think of home. To miss home.

[ofherfate]

To miss loved ones and friends. Family. [The gentle patting is reassuring. Have another smile, Gavril.]

[hypocriteonjl]

Da. Most nature.