[Tahiri looks back up at Caedus, not wanting to seem weak or small in some way, but it's hard to not feel that way with him. To feel powerless in comparison.
His skin is warm, fingers calloused, and she hates that she likes the way they feel as he tilts her chin up.]
You have no reason to doubt me, master. [A beat.] But I want to see Anakin.
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His skin is warm, fingers calloused, and she hates that she likes the way they feel as he tilts her chin up.]
You have no reason to doubt me, master. [A beat.] But I want to see Anakin.