[ Hetter Yuk, sparsely populated and scarcely known, is an Outer Rim planet known for its unpredictable weather and not much else. Its overall temperature runs cooler than most, and while parts of it are too dry for snow, in the equatorial regions, the summer months can bring hundreds of feet of thin-packed flakes, some the size of a human child's fist.
Obi-Wan and Anakin are two days into exile, trapped in by a particularly nasty snowstorm that rages just beyond their chilly cave hideout. They have their supplies, their rations, even some blankets, but it never quite seems to be enough, does it? Enough warmth, enough food, enough options...
Eyeing the fire critically, the Jedi Master runs numbers in his head over and over again. The amount of fuel they'd managed to carry with them will last at least the night, but come morning he doesn't expect they'll have any choice but for someone to fight the storm and... appropriate supplies from the enemy camp they're only meant to watch.
If he gets a say he knows who he'll choose to make the journey (and he certainly will because he hasn't revealed his plan at all.)
He lowers the temperature on their heat source a few degrees and swallows thickly. It's feels risky to allow the temperature to drop so low, especially since Anakin is considerably more susceptible to the cold, but if it buys him some time to get to the fuel and back, he thinks it's a worthwhile risk.
When he looks to Skywalker, he observes for just a moment, silent in his thoughtfulness, and then closes the distance and places a hand on the other man's cheek. His own hand is warm, and a stark contrast to Anakin's cold skin. ]
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Obi-Wan and Anakin are two days into exile, trapped in by a particularly nasty snowstorm that rages just beyond their chilly cave hideout. They have their supplies, their rations, even some blankets, but it never quite seems to be enough, does it? Enough warmth, enough food, enough options...
Eyeing the fire critically, the Jedi Master runs numbers in his head over and over again. The amount of fuel they'd managed to carry with them will last at least the night, but come morning he doesn't expect they'll have any choice but for someone to fight the storm and... appropriate supplies from the enemy camp they're only meant to watch.
If he gets a say he knows who he'll choose to make the journey (and he certainly will because he hasn't revealed his plan at all.)
He lowers the temperature on their heat source a few degrees and swallows thickly. It's feels risky to allow the temperature to drop so low, especially since Anakin is considerably more susceptible to the cold, but if it buys him some time to get to the fuel and back, he thinks it's a worthwhile risk.
When he looks to Skywalker, he observes for just a moment, silent in his thoughtfulness, and then closes the distance and places a hand on the other man's cheek. His own hand is warm, and a stark contrast to Anakin's cold skin. ]
You look pale to me. How do you feel?