It had taken a couple of towels and a half-hour in a healing trance, but the back of Anakin's hand was scar-free. If their little arrangement stopped That Woman from touching another student, it was a deal at twice the price.

He flipped his comlink on and tried to reach Luke again.

As it had for the last dozen tries, the call remained unanswered, and Luke's sense in the Force was still absolutely furious at him.

Not that he could blame the boy.

Anakin reached for the remote and settled in for a long night at home.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but if there are roomies around to say hello, go for it.]