In the end things didn’t matter. For Obi-Wan they could be destitute and living in the public housing. He didn’t care. All that mattered to him was that they were together again. He would endure practically anything only to have that.

Once she agreed to go, he smiled and wrapped his arm and cloak around her. The thick fabric and the closeness of his body would help to keep her warm. It wasn’t the first time. I remembers doing much the same thing during the festivities the last winter they had spent here together.

“Where are you staying? The dominant public housing I assume?” He wasn’t at all disappointed if that was the case. They had many good memories there. It would be like starting over again.