Even without the force Bail could feel the misery seeping from the Jedi. It was obvious in the way Obi-Wan held the children, each of them bundled in the crook of his elbows, wrapped in white and sleeping soundlessly. The Jedi stood stiffly, empty eyes gazing down at the pair, frozen as if in shock.
His tunics were still singed and pockmarked from the ash of Mustafa, and for a moment Bail was concerned for the children being in such proximity to the smoldering wool - but he doubted very much that Obi-Wan would willingly give up his hold on them.
The senator's heart broke for the man. He could scarcely imagine the pain of losing his entire people, to be one of the only bearers of his culture left in the galaxy, and for the source of the tragedy to be the betrayal of his own brother. He would not wish it on his greatest enemy, let alone a dear friend.
Bail did not understand how the man was still standing, how had he found the strength to breathe let alone hold the children in his arms?
Obi-Wan's face twisted suddenly, his stone mask finally on the verge of shattering. Without thought Bail found himself in front of him, a grounding hand on his arm. Obi-Wan's eyes met his own - a beacon on watery blue looking up at him.
Words would not help, Bail knew, but he hoped Kenobi understood regardless. He squeezed the man's arm, holding his gaze. You are not alone.
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