There is no question of that at all, even when she lets her gaze make the circuit of his face, and her other hand raise and rest on his chest, letting the breath out that she probably just pulled in a second earlier, but feels like she's letting out from holding for eons. When she can take a second and let herself have the proof again. Anakin. In one piece. No new noticeable scars, at least on his face or his hands. Same dangerous, playful intense light in his eyes that makes it impossible not to smile at.

Alive. Alight. Still breathing. Still heart beating.

(Still hers.)

"Only this once." She lets her first two fingers tap him on the chest, as her lips tip crookedly. A teasing tilt to her voice. "I''m certain if I found out you were ferrying people to strange worlds in other galaxies as a cover for seeing me I'd have to be some part of your trial before the Senate."

And then where would they be, her eyes asked. A pointed line, right at the edge of a smirk.