Jumping off the Great Plateau. That's what he should say, really. It's what he'd want to say, if things were normal.

He doesn't really want to say anything. The words aren't there, not right now. And what words could he even offer to Padme? Luke's mother? None of them would makes things better.

Silence is easier. So he just...shrugs. A non-answer. Followed by a nod - because yes, he would like to eat. Though they don't need to go far for that, because he has the Slate. He taps at it and pulls out a honeyed apple he made earlier, holding it out for her.