"As is yours," Obi-Wan says, eyes closing when her fingers slide down against his wrist. He has been with women before, yes, but he feels like he's a virgin the way she's touching him; he's never felt like this before and it's dangerous. He's a master Jedi who sits on the council. He should be immune to this.

"I'm going to do something," Obi-Wan says, reaching for her hair. He separates a bit just behind her ear and pulls it forward, letting the rest stream back over her shoulders. He braids it deftly and fixes a set of lapis beads to the end of it to secure it."

"Now you have a proper padawan's braid. Not the haircut, as I couldn't bear to do that to you, but you're a real apprentice now. The beads used to be mine. When you finish your training, you can give them back if you want."