( chihiro has already turned around at the sound of hsi voice. the pair of feet on the floor is another hint at how unusual it is; she still remembers the empty bed back in Perdition's Rest. no one ever took the space that had been meant for Luke.
the dishtowel is in her hands, held in front of her as she looks up at the woman she has no reason to recognise. she smiles, a small, subdued affair. tries to bow even with Anakin's hand on her shoulder; a lifetime of habit yet unbanished as she stands there barefoot and considering. )
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the dishtowel is in her hands, held in front of her as she looks up at the woman she has no reason to recognise. she smiles, a small, subdued affair. tries to bow even with Anakin's hand on her shoulder; a lifetime of habit yet unbanished as she stands there barefoot and considering. )
It's nice to meet you, Padmé-san.
( she tries her best with her name, only stumbling over it a little as she wraps her tongue around the sounds. )