Day 1 prompt: hands

Ahsoka didn't pay much to Anakin's and Obi-Wan's fingers, but she would always know it's them without looking. The soft weight resting on her shoulder, a hand on her back, guiding her somewhere; it just clicked in her mind.

Their hands meant safety. They meant comfort. Those hands would wrap around her in a hug or just hold hers in the dark of night, when the Jedi Code didn't matter to any of them.

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Ahsoka's eyes were closed, her breaths coming in and out slowly as a steady beat continuously beeped from beside her. Her mind was foggy, and she couldn't even bring herself to open from the void of slumber, but she could feel her two people sitting on her left, their presence dim with sleep. 

Ahsoka's whole body might've been numb, but she could feel the exact spot Obi-Wan's hand rested lightly on her blanketed leg and how her hand was laced between Anakin's fingers, their signatures burning through her and yet protecting her. She stroked softly to feel grooves on his palm, similar ones found on both her and Obi-Wan.

A few minutes passed, reigned in silence, and her eyes finally opened as she grew aware of her surroundings, the distant sounds of the traffic outside echoing through her montrals. She stared at the ceiling thinking about how she ended up in the medbay before something whispered for her to turn left.

She shifted slightly, twisting her head to look at Anakin and Obi-Wan, to find that both of their eyes had slightly opened, staring at her blearily. 

They must've sensed that she had woken up. 

Anakin rubbed his eyes with his free hand, leaning forward, studying her wrapped shoulder, and placing a light hand on her forehead. She softly nudged his hand away and he complied, sitting back in his chair.

"Snips? You alright?"

Anakin's whisper reverberated throughout the room and she nodded slowly, a small twinge of pain skittering through her head. She gave a slight squeeze out of instinct and Anakin's hands reciprocated the movement, their bond sparking up lightly at the spasm. Obi-Wan tapped her leg gently, taking the corner of her blanket and tucking it under her.

"Sleep, padawan. You need to recover from today's battle."

Ahsoka turned towards him, her gaze shifting to the grandmaster. Oh, right. The explosion she was caught in. 

"How long was I out?"

"For a bit." 

Ahsoka's brows furrowed as she attempted to sit up, but Anakin pushed her back down, keeping his hands on his shoulder before he leaned back. "No need to worry about that though."

A brow marking raised as she crossed her arms the best she could, realizing that her throat was parched as the sandy deserts of Tatooine.

"Can...can I please have some water?"

Obi-Wan nodded, gracefully rose from his seat, and walked to a desk as he filled a plastic cup, the sound of water running echoing throughout the quiet room. He walked back to her bedside and she began to sit up again, trying to ignore the wave of pain spreading through her body before both masters lightly placed a hand on her shoulder and upper back, lowering her onto the pillows.

"Master, I-"

She was cut off as the cup was placed in front of her and she took it, drinking in small sips. The cold liquid sloshed down her throat and her shoulders relaxed deeper into the bed. Footsteps, singling of Vokara Che echoed outside the room and in the corner of her eye, she could see the two men exchanged glances, their backs tense. They relaxed again as the sound grew more distant, Anakin's hand coming up to hold Ahsoka's.

Oh. The Code. No attachments. And yet... 

She didn't like to be pampered, but this...this was nice. A purr emerged from her throat as Anakin tossed another blanket over her, the warmth spreading quickly as he rubbed her head affectionately. The togruta slightly curled up as Anakin patted the dip between her montrals, her head shifting side to side. Ahsoka's muffled voice could be heard through the blankets as she expressed her gratitude, sincerity evident in her voice.   

"Thank you, masters."

A slight hum of acknowledgment emerged from Obi-Wan as he set the cup aside, readjusting his position as he laid his hand on her ankle again. She could feel the grandmaster sending waves of tranquility through their bond, and she began walking the fine line between sleep and consciousness, the men in front of her seemingly doing the same.

Her eyes shut again, and she could feel Anakin's hand stroke her cheek before it withdrew. Another purr emerged from her throat as she closed her eyes.

Sleep overtook her, the togruta knowing that she was safe with her f̶a̶m̶i̶l̶y̶  masters.

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