the secret of us ? anakin

{third person}

The ewok teddy that Anakin gave Mila that night settled in her lap as she messed with her hair infront of the mirror. It has been 2 days since she had gotten sick and has been stuffed in her room the whole time except for when she was hungry and went down to the cantina, mostly because she had no energy at all to leave her room. She had given back Isa back her clothes since she didnt want to infect them and wore her jedi robes.

Mila put her into a low ponytail before grabbing a claw clip and putting it under to make it more fluffy. Her hair was pretty straight so she lightly curled her hair to make it look less flat. Mila slightly smiled before she let out a very painful sneeze, followed by a sniffle. Her skin hasnt gained any colour since she got sick and the outline of her eyes were still red. Atleast she didnt have to do any training now. Mila grabbed her mascara and did one coat over her long eyelashes, experimenting with hair and makeup styles was the only thing Mila did in her room when she was bored out of her mind, which was all the time. After she put the mascara down, she grabbed a glittery eyeshadow palette that Anakin bought her and patted some light blue, glittery eyeshadow on the outer corner of her eyes.

"Atleast one good thing came out of him, that looks so good." She muttered softly with a sigh — followed by a feeling of nausea washing over her and before she knew it, she was kneeled infront of the toilet and throwing up all of her contents of her stomach.

After her stomach was empty, she sat against her wall and took a deep breath. After throwing up, she always feels better so it wasnt that bad. A few tears had fallen out, something that always happens after she throws up. After getting her self back, she reluctantly got up from the floor and splashed water over her face a few times to remove some of the vomit on her mouth before flushing the toilet and walking back to her main room; but getting stopped by a knock on her door. Mila furrowed her eyebrows at who it was yet walked foward and opened the door to be met with Anakin to which she slammed the door before either of them could process anything. Mila put her back against the wall and looked down, wondering what he was doing here but that wasnt important to her. She scrambled to her knees, grabbed her perfume and sprayed it anywhere on her that she could reach before checking her hair and makeup.

Once it was confirmed that it was safe to interact with Anakin, she slowly got up and walked towards the door but just before opening it, she wiped of her smile and replaced with her unbothered face. Once she opened the door, she locked eyes with him and nodded her head in acknowledgment. Anakin nodded back at her awkwardly and spoke up. "Uh, I have like one day back here until I go off again, so I thought I might just tell you what I know about who's after you." He suggested with a slightly shaky voice, Mila looked down to refresh her memory until she remembered what he was talking about and looked back up at him.

"Oh, yes. So who is it?" She asked casually like it was nothing, Anakin furrowed his brows. "I mean, I cant tell you here. Im not supposed to and theres cameras and anyone could walk by." He explained softly, this was the first time that Mila was speaking normally to him so he was wondering if this was the real Mila. The girl sighed; looked back at her messy, chaotic and sickness ridden room before turning back to Anakin and shaking her head.

"You cant come in here, if thats what your implying."

"Alright...did you have somewhere in mind?" He suggested quietly while looking away, Mila thought until getting interrupted by her sneeze before speaking up in her groggy voice. "Nope. Choice is yours."

Anakin took a deep breath and wiped his hands on his robes. "Well, uhm, we could go to my room since I'm going to leave anyway so I'm gonna stop there to get some stuff. Or we wont, if you dont want to, theres loads of room in this temple, so alot of options."