He smiled softly, that expression he showed only to her, and nodded. "It was," he said softly, "Wasn't it?" He didn't care about what he remembered before she walked in, because he rarely recalled what he had been doing or saying before she walked into a room.

He really had two goals in life. Tp prove himself to the Jedi council, and to make her happy, keep her safe. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else ever would.

He reached up and pushed back a lock of her hair. "Somehow, though, you've only managed to get more beautiful."