Sabé kept a watchful eye on the vivid hues she applied to your eyelids, the fiery red stark against your skin as she ensured that none of the eye shadow fell onto your face at all. She noticed you flinch at the sensation just subtly, but you remained still, much to her relief.

Makeup was something Sabé had become rather skilled at applying. As a handmaiden, she was accustomed to assisting Padmé in getting ready for whatever occasion arose—and now for you. After you asked that is.

Sabé agreed without hesitation when you asked her to; why would she say no to you?

"Hold still..." Sabé quietly mumbled, resting her fingers against your jawline to ensure you stayed in place.

You still had plenty more to go after all.