"Are you going to be alright?"

Obi-Wan looked up from where he was laying to see Anakin staring down at him, worry creasing his expression. He nodded as he forced himself up to a sit. "Yes, I should be alright." In reality he wasn't, slashes from a vibroblade where littered across his body, and he had been shot with a blaster in the leg. Now the healers were saying that infection might have set in during the time it took for him to get help. But for Anakin's sake, he'd grin and bear it.

Just like Qui-Gon always had.

Though he wasn't much a liar either and he couldn't put on a mask over his feelings, which was something he was never good at. Even Anakin knew this as well. If it weren't for him, then Obi-Wan could have still been stumbling about trying to find civilization.

"I'm not a child, Master, I know what pain is." Anakin responded seriously.

With a sigh Obi-Wan shrugged briefly, and winced as the slight movement irritated a wound on his shoulder. "Alright, if you insist on the full truth. The injuries I've received hurt, but I'll live. There isn't anything more to it."

Clearly this was what Anakin wanted to hear, instead of half of it, he wanted to know exactly what it was. He had to feel a little good about this, considering how he was when he was an apprentice himself. He used to always want his Master to be more open to him, and tell him his feelings. Qui-Gon understood him before he understood himself. But he didn't always tell him everything he felt. And now that he was in his position, he could see why. It was to protect Anakin, to look strong and confident, even if he wasn't with himself. It was an example he had to keep up to be sure that his padawan wouldn't lose hope.

"Is there anything I can do?" Anakin finally asked after a moment of silence. At sixteen, he was well built and tall. His blue eyes bright.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "No, thank you. I'll manage." Then he swung his feet over the edge of the sleep couch so he could plant them onto the floor and sit. With a barely audible sigh, he pushed up and stood up; showing that he still beat Anakin's height by a few inches. Now standing, pain flared in his injured leg and sides but he kept a straight face. "See? I'm perfectly alright." He assured with a calm smile.

His padawan lightly smiled back, but his gaze was never on Obi-Wan's face. He was looking from one patch of bandages to another, as if he were waiting for Obi-Wan to admit he was in pain and sit back down. "If you say so. But Master Windu wanted to speak with you as soon as you were able to freely walk around again."

"Then I will see him now." Obi-Wan concluded and started towards the door with Anakin matching his pace. His fingers tapped carefully on the padlock and the door slide open. They then had begun to walk down the hall towards the council chamber. "Did he say what it was about?"

"No. I think it's about the mission though." Anakin replied with his eyes on him, waiting for Obi-Wan's pain to show. "He never seems to consider telling anyone about his reasons until he sees he needs to."

"Granted, it would be nice to know why we are wanted to see him, but there is no point stressing out over the matter."

The conversation with Windu was short, he merely wanted to know what events took place, though he was pleased to hear that the target had not gotten away and that Anakin had taken him down before he got too far. Then ended up finding Obi-Wan and returning to the Temple.

So he decided he would let Anakin enjoy the evening and let him go roam the Temple while he rested. It seemed better for both of them.

"Anakin, I- OOPHHF!" He was suddenly knocked over and on the floor while Barriss stood with a hand over her mouth and Anakin just stared from one to the other stunned. Obi-Wan force a calm look despite his throbbing pain and annoyance.

"Barriss. Where might you be running off to?" He asked as he sat himself up.

"I- I'm sorry Master Kenobi! I didn't mean to knock you over, and I need to find someone!" Then she ran past without another word.

Anakin blinked. "That was... interesting."

Obi-Wan couldn't force back an involuntary groan as he tried to stand up.

"Here, let me help." Anakin then took hold of Obi-Wan's arm and pulled him to his feet. "Are you alright?"

Obi-Wan nodded. "I will live." Then he casted him a joking smile to hide away any pain that he let show. "I'll be returning to my quarters, you should get so rest as well. It has been a long day."

"Yes I know it has." Anakin agreed.

"Then I'll see you in the morning." Obi-Wan finished.

"No, I'll walk back with you." Anakin said. Obi-Wan stared at him and the younger smiled. "So no one else knocks you over."

Obi-Wan sighed and started back towards his quarters with Anakin matching his slower than usual pace. Now and again he had asked if he needed help, but he refused each offer, preferring to do things himself. Then when he reached his quarters he said goodnight and shut the door behind him before collapsing on his sleep couch and easily finding himself in a deep dreamless sleep that night.