[There is a factor to his position a Jedi where Anakin is perfectly enamored with every new planet they're sent to. The exploration facet of the position--while he's not supposed to be so in love with the excitement--does not often dim, even in the face of mission troubles.
A few exceptions come to mind. This planet is one of them. He can handle the cold in intermittent occasions, but after being snowed in outside for a few days now, he's not just on edge. His teeth chatter behind a firm frown, and his jaw clenches as he turns slowly into that blessed, painful warmth.
He doesn't want to worry Obi-Wan with how, frankly, awful he feels. This shouldn't have happened like this. He should have watched the weather more closely, conserved their fuel...something. If they could steal it from the nearby camp, they could easily make it through this until the storm let up, but it's difficult to focus on anything but the immediate harsh sting of cold in his joints.]
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A few exceptions come to mind. This planet is one of them. He can handle the cold in intermittent occasions, but after being snowed in outside for a few days now, he's not just on edge. His teeth chatter behind a firm frown, and his jaw clenches as he turns slowly into that blessed, painful warmth.
He doesn't want to worry Obi-Wan with how, frankly, awful he feels. This shouldn't have happened like this. He should have watched the weather more closely, conserved their fuel...something. If they could steal it from the nearby camp, they could easily make it through this until the storm let up, but it's difficult to focus on anything but the immediate harsh sting of cold in his joints.]
Like I'll never be warm again. How do you think?