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ASTRID FELT MUCH BETTER AFTER A LONG, HOT SHOWER. After changing into a silky white slip dress–that she made sure would cover everything that needed to be–the girl walks out of the room. Her wet hair was swept over one shoulder as she attempted to dry it slightly with a towel.
Both Padme and Astrid were in the same apartment so the Jedi Master and his padawan wouldn't be split up.
As she enters the living area, Astrid places the damp towel on a drying rack and plops down on a couch. The girl moves around a bit until she finally settles in a comfortable position, though that doesn't last long.
"Obi! Obi! Obi! Mesa so smilen to see'en yousa!"
The girl flinches at the sudden noise, placing a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart. Astrid stands to greet her guest, peaking at herself in the reflection of the mirror to make sure she didn't look bad.
A deeper voice replies to the Gungan, "It's good to see you too, Jar Jar."
That had to be Obi-Wan, Astrid concluded. Looking at herself one last time in the window's reflection, Astrid runs her fingers through her damp black hair–it looked good enough.
