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Anakin couldn't help but notice the dark circles under Isadora's eyes as they sparred in the training room. She moved with a sluggishness that was uncharacteristic of her usual grace and agility, her movements lacking their usual precision and speed. It was clear that she hadn't slept well, if at all, the previous night.
Despite his concern, Anakin tried to maintain an air of indifference, not wanting to draw attention to Isadora's obvious exhaustion. He pushed her harder during their sparring session, hoping to distract her from her fatigue and give her something else to focus on.
But no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, Anakin couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him from within. He knew that Isadora's lack of sleep was his fault, that he was the reason she had spent the night crying outside his door.
As they continued to spar, Anakin couldn't help but steal glances at Isadora whenever he thought she wasn't looking. He watched as she struggled to keep up with him, her movements growing more sluggish with each passing minute.
Finally, unable to ignore his concerns any longer, Anakin called for a break, stepping back from Isadora and motioning for her to join him at the edge of the training mat.
"Are you okay, Isadora?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual despite the worry that churned in his gut.
Isadora hesitated for a moment before nodding, a forced smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice sounding strained.
Anakin narrowed his eyes, studying her closely. He could tell that she was lying, that there was something weighing heavily on her mind. But before he could press her further, Master Windu's voice rang out from across the room, calling them back to training.
Reluctantly, Anakin pushed aside his concerns, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. But as they resumed their sparring, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong with Isadora, and that he was the only one who could help her.
isadora pov:
Isadora's frustration simmered beneath the surface as Anakin asked if she was okay. The audacity of his question stung, as if he hadn't been the cause of her restless night and heartache just hours before.
She clenched her fists at her sides, struggling to maintain her composure as she forced out a curt response. "I'm fine," she replied through gritted teeth, her tone sharper than she intended.
Anakin raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension in Isadora's voice. He opened his mouth to speak, but Isadora cut him off before he could utter another word.
"Don't," she snapped, her anger bubbling over. "Don't act like everything's fine after what you did last night."
Anakin's expression softened, his gaze filled with remorse as he realized the depth of Isadora's pain. He took a step towards her, reaching out a hand in a gesture of apology, but Isadora recoiled, shaking her head defiantly.
