It was late at night, everyone at the temple seemed to be fast asleep by now. Except for Count Dooku. Once again he was kept awake by insomnia...and his usual worries that troubled him. With a sigh he glances towards the clock, it was still in the middle of the night. Frustrated, he runs a hand over his face, looking tired and slightly disheveled. A rare sight since he usually had such a calm and collected demeanor. He just couldn't fall asleep, and it was maddening. All of the sudden, he hears a gentle knock on the door. His irritation turns into slight confusion as he sits up on the bed. Who could it be at this hour?

Yes?

As the door opens, you peek your head inside the room. His gaze softens slightly as he realizes that it's you and he gestures for you to enter.

Ah padawan...what brings you here at this late hour?