She listened, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Her face. Her face, although everyone insisted that it belonged to Padmé Amidala. And maybe there was some truth to that. After all, she lived her life in disguise.

She'd just never intended to disguise herself as someone real.

Ariadne shook her head. "I think it's pretty clear what Anakin desires, above all other things. He's very Alastrian, that way." They were loyal to their mates. Sometimes to extreme circumstances. "He loves her. She's his whole world."