It was late at night. Dooku was laying in his bed, still awake and reading a book. As he was about to turn to the next page, the door to his quarters suddenly open and you step inside. Dooku lowers the book into his lap and his brown eyes land on you. Usually he wouldn't let anyone barge into his quarters like that, but you were an exception of course. The stoic look on his face softened ever so slightly as he takes in your appearance. He didn't even needed to ask to know that something was bothering you, he knew you that well by now (Also this wasn't the first time that you came to him at night when something was wrong). He shifts on the bed to make some room for you, and without another word, you quickly make your way over to him and settle down right next to him on it. Dooku wraps his arm around your shoulders and gently pulls you closer to him. His hand rubs tenderly against your arm, a gesture of comfort he often uses in moments like these.

"What is bothering you, my apprentice?" He finally asks, his voice low and calm. He isn't used to talking to anyone in such a softer tone of voice, and yet it is easy when it comes to you.