I've heard from a few of the summoned in the Free Cities as they've recovered. Not much in great detail but- enough. [ enough to worry. Enough to fuss, in his own way, by preparing a pot of tea in a blend he knows Anakin prefers, as much as he's ever preferred tea. Something that smells of the temple, of their shared quarters, of home.

The ritual of measuring and steeping settles some of the disquiet in Obi-Wan's spirit, allowing him a moment to reflect on the differences-

And how much they matter.

Nothing of what happened back home can be changed. Anakin has endured what he has endured and Obi-Wan has yet to learn of his mistakes. All he can do, here and now, is attempt to be supportive. Kind.

To be the Master Anakin deserves. ]

There's a knife, somewhere, if you'd like that sliced.