(Text; UN: amidala)

[politicallyinclined]

Others have spoken of nightmares. I know there are remedies, but I think it would help me more just to...talk. About what I have seen. Some of it has to be in my mind. But I can't help feeling sick and...guilty.

I am needed somewhere else. I know I am. (The voices she hears in her dreams are unmistakable. Anakin is calling for her. And sometimes there are small cries too; the cries of infants.)

Does anyone know about the Force? What about the Jedi?

The Sith? (She knows at least one person is aware of those subjects, but are there others?)

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[kiss_it_better]

[He pours the tea and brings it over in a tray which he sets on the short table in front of the couch.

For her part, the pixiu laying on the couch opens one eye when someone sits down. She doesn't really move, however, until Li Min touches her on the head, then, with a short trill, she moves her body, giving him room to sit down before laying her head on his lap and going back to sleep.]

I see. That must have been hard. [He pet his familiar's antlers idly.] Were you unable to change that fate?

[politicallyinclined]

(That trill makes her laugh softly and she waves at the sleepy pixiu. What a good protector! And a beauty too. Padmé reaches for one of the teacups and warms her fingers, inhaling the rich scent.)

We failed. (In so many ways.) I'm not sure what happened to me. I gave birth safely and then I couldn't breathe. I was in a proper medical facility; it shouldn't have happened.

[kiss_it_better]

[He didn't take a tea cup right away, letting his fingers pet his familiar a little longer.]

I can only be considered half a doctor. [Since his teacher herself had said she was still in training.] Though from what I understand, at the times when someone is standing on the border between life and death, sometimes, proper medical care isn't sufficient. Sometimes, even someone who receives the right medicine at the right time, even if they're presented with the proper care to an ailment, if the heart can't be healed as well then it could still fail. [He speaks mildly and calmly.]

Illnesses of the heart requires medicine of the heart.

[politicallyinclined]

(Is that what had happened? Had her heart failed? Padmé is quiet as she mulls over that possibility. Pregnancy can be dangerous and she had been pushing herself since before she found out she was carrying twins.)

If there was something wrong with my heart, wouldn't I feel it now?

[kiss_it_better]

Ah, my apologies. I didn't mean that literally.

[He sips at the tea.]

What we refer to illnesses of the heart are really more of...emotional injuries, or mental ones.

[politicallyinclined]

Can emotional or mental injuries kill someone? I'm sure everyone has heard of dying from a broken heart. I just didn't know it was possible?

(Yet it is. Just usually not so sudden.)

[kiss_it_better]

[He shrugs a little.]

It varies, of course, but...the human will is a strange thing. Isn't that why so many famous war strategist attack the morale of enemy troops?

Though, I do not know enough about the place you came from to say for sure.