[ surprise alone stops him. anakin looks from her hand around his glove, the durasteel arm underneath unyielding, to her face. a sense of irritation bubbles to the surface, the only outward sign of which is the severe countenance he wears.

she's frustrated. he can feel it in the force. why, he doesn't know nor is he concerned by it. ]

I know my limits better than you do. I've been in worse situations than this and longer. Take care of the Qorral; they need it.