Bant and Obi-Wan turned and walked toward the quarters she shared with her own master. Once they were inside, she turned and looked at Obi-Wan.
He was barely into the main sitting room when she said, "Out with it, Kenobi." Her gentle tone belayed the edge of the words. "What's happened?"
Obi-Wan shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I always knew I could count on you to be direct."
"And I always knew to count on your being stubborn," she rebuked. Taking off her robe and hanging it on the wall she looked at her friend. "So?"
Taking off his own cloak and hanging it next to Bant's, Obi-Wan shrugged. "I went to speak with Master Yoda . . ."
Walking toward the kitchen, Bant nodded. "And . . . Master Yoda may entertain the creche students to no end, but I've never seen him leave someone acting like you are."
With a half-laugh, Obi-Wan followed Bant into the kitchen. "And how am I acting?"
"Like you lost your pet leaping frog," she replied, pulling a container of juice from the cold box. She smiled slightly, "Oh wait, I forgot. You did lose a leaping frog a while back."
"I didn't lose him," Obi-Wan muttered rubbing a hand through his hair. "Master Qui-Gon set him free."
Pouring each of them a drink, Bant's voice lost the traces of humor. "You're not upset over a leaping frog this time Obi, I can tell."
Obi-Wan shook his head. "No, I'm not."
Bant handed him a glass, and then placed her hand on his elbow. She steered him from the main areas of the quarters, toward her chamber. After sitting on the bed, she regarded Obi-Wan carefully. "What really happened?"
He swallowed audibly, unsure for the moment what to say. A glance at Bant ensured he told nothing but the truth. "I love him," he whispered. Obi-Wan longed to look at the floor, but held Bant's gaze.
"And . . ." she replied.
A shocked look passed through Obi-Wan's green eyes. "And what? I'm in love with my Master."
Bant smiled. "About time you noticed, Kenobi."
If it were possible, Obi-Wan looked even more shocked. "You knew?"
"Most of the Temple knew, Obi," she said. With a wave of her hand she added, "Now sit down before you fall down."
Dropping onto the floor next to the bed, he shook his head. "I don't get it."
"What? That you're in love with your Master? Have you looked at him, Kenobi?"
Obi-Wan tried not to smile, but couldn't quite manage. "Of course I've looked at him, Bant. If I hadn't looked at him I wouldn't be miserable right now."
Bant's mouth slowly fell open. "You told him."
"No," Obi-Wan said quickly. "I went to talk to Master Yoda."
"So that's what he has to do with this. What did he say?" Bant asked, touching his shoulder.
He took a deep breath. "That I should meditate and forget my feelings."
"Obi . . ."
Obi-Wan yawned, stretching his arms over his head. "I want to do what Master Yoda thinks best, Bant . . ."
Her voice was low, a near whisper, when she said, "Only it's harder than you expected it to be."
Nodding in agreement, Obi-Wan ran a hand over his face. "It's been a very long day."
"Why don't you sleep here tonight? I'm sure Master won't mind."
Obi-Wan shook his head, "I wouldn't want Qui-Gon to worry."
"We can send a message," she said, interrupting him. "It will be like when we were younger."
"I don't know."
Bant nodded, "It's up to you. I'm here for you either way."
"Stubborn and all?" he asked.
She smiled. "Especially stubborn."
Spend the night at Bant's quarters.
Return to Qui-Gon's quarters.