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[winces]

[ she does not know what it means, but she can only assume, from what's happening with everyone else, that it is the source of his magic. sympathy folds the expression on her face, but it is a moment before she responds. ]

Try not to strain yourself, please. If you need help — you can always call me. For anything.

[apoptotic]

Same can be said for you, [ he says in lieu of an assurance that will prove a lie. he can no more sit still than the waves will stop coming ashore.

anakin studies her face again. ] You look tired.

[winces]

I think we're all tired, [ she responds in kind, a quiet, patient tone belying the dark circles around her eyes. the fact that she is answering as directly as he is. ]

It's been a very long few weeks.

[apoptotic]

[ bone-weary is a more apt description, and that fails to encompass his state. anakin regards her steadily. ]

Have you been staying safe?

[winces]

As safe as I can, I suppose.

[ the elements, it seems, are more of a danger than she initially anticipated. ]

Have you?

[apoptotic]

Don't worry about me. [ she does that about enough people!! ]

Let me know if you need any help.

[winces]

[ all the more reason to include you in the ranks! ]

I'm afraid it's already too late for that.

[ she gives him a rather pointed look. if he's going to insist on offering his help, then she will insist on offering hers with more fervor! ]

Please let me know if you need any help, as well.

[apoptotic]

[ despite himself, he smiles. ]

Look who's not so meek. [ not spoken cruelly; trace humor lightens the observation.

to prevent it from further escalating into the single weirdest competition he has known, anakin acquiesces. ]

I'll keep in touch.

[winces]

[ she supposes, for the time being, that it's the most she could ask for.

she returns that little smile with one of her own, pleased. ]

Please do. Take care, Mr. Skywalker.