She keeps up her conversation with Artoo throughout the rest of her evening, as she finishes dinner and then dresses for bed. In this case, since she knows Anakin will be home tonight, she chooses her nightwear for aesthetic purposes more than practicality. This one is new: a flowy, drapey affair made entirely of sapphire blue lace that dips into a very low v-neck in the back. It's not very warm, however, so she pulls on a soft velvet robe after only a few minutes reclining on the sofa.
As much as Padmé tries to remain awake, starting a new novel on her holopad to entertain herself, she eventually drifts off to sleep on the sofa. She hears neither Anakin's quiet footsteps as he enters the apartment, nor his quick sonic shower. It's the warmth that first begins to rouse her from sleep, once he's cradled her in his arms, with her unbound curls draping over his forearm.
Instinctively, she turns into him until her cheek is pressed against his bare chest. He kisses her forehead, and now her eyes flutter open. Seeing Anakin's face above her, a smile curves her lips. Her motions are languid, like she's moving underwater, but she is still overjoyed to see him. "You're home," she whispers, trying to lift a hand up to touch his face. Her limbs still feel heavy with sleep, so she only manages to graze her fingertips along the underside of his jaw before her hand rests on his shoulder.
