"If you would be so kind. Anakin, I can carry you, or you can walk. Which would you prefer?"

...She's a big girl who's old enough to operate on her own in foreign, hostile territory, she tells herself. 

"Could you still fight if you were carrying me?"

"Yes, though not as well I would be able to otherwise."

"...I can walk..."

"I think the worst of the foes are behind us, now. I would not offer if I thought it was an unwise idea."

She nods. "If you think it's safe... Then - I wouldn't mind being carried..."

"All right." Elesse stands, scooping Anakin up with her, shifting her grip from the hug to carry her with one arm.

Extra cling! This is also a much better angle to bury her face in Elesse's shoulder from. She's not burning with so much emotion anymore - she feels wrung out - but that means she can instead just be happy Elesse came for her. 

The woman looks at them, something sad and tired in her eyes - 

And: "This way," she says, and leads Elesse to the guard room. 

They don't meet a lot of resistance. Most everyone's either figured out to flee or already died. The command room itself is lying empty, clearly abandoned in a rush. 

Good.

Elesse begins slicing into the network, bringing down defenses, opening doors, foiling coordinated responses.

Anakin can help! (She's had escape plans, if she ever got the explosive chips turned off, and she's in general very talented with machines and slicing.)

She also finds the PA system, flicks it on, and announces very cheerfully, "Gardulla is dead, as are her lieutenants. If you stand with her, then you will join her."

She thumbs it off, then turns to look at Elesse. "I can make it announce things only in some locations, too, if there's stuff you want just the slave quarters to hear or something."

"They should be well in hand. Thank you, though."

Bright grin! "You're welcome!"

It doesn't take her too much longer to wrap up, with Anakin's help.

"Is there anything left here you want to take with you?"

"We're not allowed much." She pauses, then: "Weren't allowed much."

"...But I hid some small things."

"Let's go find them."

"Okay!"

Her small things are: some cool rocks, a tiny metal charm shaped like a snake, a small droid-toy she made from scraps, and a woven twine bracelet, the dyes in the twine mostly faded.

She doesn't want to keep anything else, though she's reluctantly willing to take some clothes to change into later. (Her current ones are a bit bloody, and she's not certain when she'll get a chance to get more...)

Not until the next planet, at least, so a change is a good idea.

What about the other woman?

Just changes of clothes. 

Fair enough.

"I didn't catch your name," she says. "I'm Elesse Vendar."

"Shmi Skywalker."

Pause, then: "Anakin's mentioned you."

"Has she? I'm flattered."

"Not a lot of people help her, even in small ways."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She nods and finishes packing - not that it takes long. "Where to?"