"We can... find a doctor? Someone who doesn't know who you are."

She takes a few deep breaths. 

" - I'm unsure if - the Force is involved at all."

Pat pat. "We can figure that out too."

"...A doctor might be able to get - most of what's important. And finding a Force-trained healer would be very difficult..."

"Unless you wanted to kidnap a Jedi."

"...That'd be a different kind of risky..."

"Probably too much risky, though."

"I need to think, there."

"Wanna go sit down?"

"...Yeah."

To a more comfortable place to sit down, then.

Salacis is available for cuddles.

After a while: "Even if Plagueis wasn't an issue... I wouldn't know what to - do."

"You mean whether to keep it or not?"

"I'm keeping it," she says, immediately and vehemently, before her face crumples slightly. "But I - I suck with kids, I'm an angry hot mess, I'm a public figure and I'm already never free to train you, I have far more enemies than just Plagueis, and something might be wrong, and I'm not ready, I didn't ask for this or anticipate this, and I - "

"...I didn't get to raise you."

Hug.

"You still did a good job of taking care of me, though."

"I wanted to do more."

"Even Daddy had an au pair for us."

"...I didn't want to be - the sort of person Naboo's royal houses were trying to make me into."

"You're definitely your own person."

Snuggle. 

"I - not getting to raise you sucked."

"You've got more helpers, now. You can do it differently this time."

"...Yeah."

"But - only if Plagueis is dead."

"We can work on that too."

Smile. "Move up our timelines?"

"As much as we can, I guess."