Anakin watched you with intrigue. He knew you well enough from Obi Wan: all three of you had been sent on other missions, but Obi Wan knew you best. Your Master was very close to Kenobi.

Obi Wan had left to go talk to some villagers, you and Anakin stayed in the camp. Anakin tried not to be too obvious, but it was impossible not to notice the little braids that fell from your hair. Or the way you bandaged your hands like a warrior.

He had seen you pray by counting the beads that formed the necklace. They were different stones, with different meanings.

"Is something wrong?" Your voice took it out of his thoughts.

Anakin cleared his throat.

"No, I just..." he babbled, but he shut up. He knew you were a foreigner, but he had never stopped to look at those little details.

You were truly beautiful, even if he didn’t understand those white ink tattoos that were on your shoulder blades.

He turned his gaze to a piece of electronic junk in his hands that he had been playing with. R2D2 watched the scene.

"Forget it, it’s nothing." he muttered.