Anakin was still as he held Tahiri to his chest, not wanting to disturb her peacefulness.

"Anakin?" she whispered softly without looking up.

"Yeah?"

"On Yavin…you said that…you said you loved me."

"I know."

"Well…" she hesitated. "What did you mean by it?"

Anakin felt his brow furrowing in confusion. "I…I meant that I loved you…"

"But how? Like…a friend? A sister? Or…"

"I love you because you’re Tahiri. I love you…I love you in a way that I don’t love anyone else," he whispered.

Tahiri glanced up at him. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course. You know I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Tahiri."

"I know." She relaxed into his arms again.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course!" Tahiri tightened her embrace. "I love you more than anything."

"I know."

"When this war is over, I want to…"

Anakin half-jokingly finished her sentence. "Get married?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. I don’t want to ever go a day without seeing you."

It was his turn to hug her tighter. "You won’t have to."