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Word Count: 100
She wonders where he is, what he's doing, whether the moon is as beautiful on whatever planet he's on as it is over Coruscant, whether it's even night where he is.
Civil war is a dangerous time to think. Over analyzing has left her awake on other nights before this. That's why she prefers the term wonder. Wonder sounds more like a dream.
She wonders what she'll say to him when he comes back. She wonders what words she'll use to tell him.
And then, pausing briefly to lay a hand over her stomach, she wonders if he already knows.