[ The way he tenses leaves her with the acute sense that she has done something wrong, but— No. Promptly she squashes it with her nascent understanding of him. It has nothing to do with her at all, and likely no bearing on the intimate moment they'd just shared, especially given the point he settles on: an impression we can maintain. They're in this together.

So she doesn't reach for him, doesn't even feel any clawing desire to beyond the disappointment in the loss of his warmth and the satisfying feeling of skin-to-skin contact. This time, when he breaks it, she's not afraid that it might be the last time.

She doesn't get into the matter of whether or not Anakin counts as a Jedi for the purposes of defeating the Emperor. His tension tells her that bickering about two Jedi killing the Empire's head would only lead them down a path neither of them wants to take right now. It's too close to the nerve. ]

That could be a good thing, right? He already suspects I've withheld information from him. He won't suspect anything if I do in the future then. [ Maybe. Which brings her to … ] He already agreed to help me. I can't just avoid him, but I'm not a very good liar.

[ "Not a very good" wow she truly does not realize how bad she is. Even now. ]