"Thank you," she says, softly.

Shrug.

"My other questions can wait," she says. "They're mostly more in depth about the political landscape here."

She glances, fondly, at Lily. "And I think my apprentice needs a nap."

Lily sticks her tongue out at Anakin.

"All right. It's been a stressful day for everyone, I think."

"Yeah." She rubs at her face. "Goodnight, I guess?"

Pat. "Night."

"Goodnight."

Lily stands. "Night, yeah."

Off to bed with everyone, then? 

Yep.

She curls her Force presence around her teacher's, sending a wave of fondness over their bond, and then goes to lay down. (She is, actually, tired...)

Anakin smiles and returns the same fondness.

She doesn't need to sleep, so she heads to the cockpit and settles in to watch the flow of hyperspace, meditating. On herself, on her apprentice, on the galaxy Luke and Leia and Leia's children have made - on Anathema and Ellaita, and all the things that have led up to now, and all the myriad paths leading from this point.

The galaxy's shrouded, still, a cloak of pain and unease pulled around it. Most of the paths forward are ones she would wish on no one.

But...

Maybe it's foolish, an unreliable feeling. But she has hope, nonetheless, a firm certainty in her chest, a burning answer to the galaxy's despairing pulse.

And Anakin's hope is a thing with teeth.