She had been here for some time already, had gotten used to the idea of her death and what it meant. Others had come, that she knew. Both Obi-Wan and Yoda had arrived, along with a handful of others that Padmé wasn't as familiar with. Of course, had she been asked to name them all, she would have missed several.

Did she long for home? She did, but she also knew that there would be nothing waiting for her there as her time had come and gone. The hustle here was different, slower, with no true need for a Senator at the moment, and she had found ways to spent her time. Classes had been taken, learning more about the history of this galaxy, finding a spot to fit in as best she could.

Her ultimate goal had been to return to the quarters shared with Jadzia, but she had made a detour. Padmé had realized that she had no need to eat or drink or even sleep. Yet it didn't stop her from conversing with those she had already met, or perhaps seeking out those she hadn't. It was why she had found herself there, moving to take a seat, only to pause.

Had she a heartbeat, it likely would have skipped several times, and the breath that she didn't need was inhaled sharply. As if unbelieving, his name did slip past her lips. "Anakin...?"