She sits, shrugging her top off to - a bit awkwardly - feed her daughter. (Luckily the baby seems to know what to do once she's close enough.)

And she stares down at her, expression soft and almost stunned. "She's so small," she murmurs.

"She needs a name."

"Anakin," she says, without even needing to think about it. (She feels like she's always known her daughter's name.) "Her name's Anakin."

"That's a good name."

"Hello, Anakin."

Enthusiastic suckling noises!

Cute baby.

She is.

Best tiny baby ever. 

Certainly the greatest around.

She's pretty sure 'in the universe' applies here. 

Maybe so.

Definitely so. 

"What are you going to do with me?"

She sobers up a little. 

"I can't allow you to leak any of this to the Jedi, or to where Plagueis can overhear. I also need someone capable of standing up to Force-trained enemies to defend my daughter."

"I'd prefer it if you willingly provided me with enough ongoing proof to be confident you aren't betraying me, and if you willingly took on a position as my daughter's guard."

"You want to disappear me," she surmises.

"If that's what it takes - though I'd also prefer to not get investigated by the Jedi for your disappearance."

"I don't think you'll be able to keep me full-time without questions one way or another."

"Not easily - at least not without your cooperation."

Nod.

"Would you cooperate?"

"That depends on the details of your plan."

"For your role in this, or for defeating Plagueis as a whole?"

"My role."

"Faking your death," she says, "For how I keep you without the Jedi getting overly curious - they'll poke their noses in here, but I can use it to direct them at Plagueis."