...Shrug.

"She's a baby. They're not - interesting."

"Fair enough, I guess."

"She's made Sidious a lot happier, though."

"Even with everything else that happened?"

"It's only been a day, but..."

"I think so."

"That's good. Hopefully that trend bears out."

"I think it will - though Sidious is going to need ongoing support."

"That's why I came back."

"Good."

"Do you have a room picked out for us?"

"Sidious has had a room set aside for you for a long time."

Awww.

"Cool."

"I'll show you to it, then."

"Please." Salacis helps Rodanthe get their bags.

The room has clearly been decorated by someone who knows her pretty well. It's spacious, with a very lush bed with sturdy posts at each corner, and a sturdy grid for the head- and foot-boards. There's glass doors opening into a large inner courtyard, and beaded curtains, and two chests of drawers, and a big full-height mirror on one wall. The bedding has a pattern with shiny spaceships amid glittery stars, and there's glow in the dark star-stickers on the ceiling. 

It's nicer than anywhere she's slept in well over seven years. 

She can't contain the rush of happiness that sweeps over her.

Her Master knows her so well.

"Is this where you grew up?"

"No. I haven't actually been here before. I lived with my dad when I was young, and Sidious would always come to our house. Later I lived with her in her townhouse, in Theed. Then after he died I had to go into hiding and I lived with Kayra, and then I started my Sith training and I've kinda been on the move ever since."

"She's been waiting to have you by her side, then."

"Sure seems like it."

"We'll take out Plagueis soon," she says then, voice quiet and intense.

"Yeah, we will."

"You'll be able to live openly, then."

"Hopefully. Maybe."

"You deserve to, if you want to."