A little moment between Obi-Wan and Padawan!Anakin. Just a WIP I had laying around.
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Obi-Wan watched the flames of the campfire with tired eyes. He'd been leading the 212th through their current campaign of gathering Separatist intel for the past six weeks and while he possessed the patience to complete such mundane tasks, his padawan clearly did not. Anakin was restless. He craved excitement. Bringing him along on this campaign had not been Obi-Wan's idea, but rather the Council's. They had called it a "valuable lesson of patience", to which Obi-Wan supposed they were right in some aspects. If it were up to him, he would've chosen to approach the task differently, but he couldn't do that now, could he?

"Anakin." the Jedi Master's voice strained with exhaustion. "You must be patient."

The padawan in question ceased fiddling with his padawan braid out of boredom and flicked it over his shoulder. He did not meet Obi-Wan's gaze, choosing to stare into the flames instead.

"I am trying to be patient, master." Anakin murmured, although his demeanor suggested otherwise.

He could hardly remain still even while seated. Something always had to be moving, whether it be a tapping finger or a bouncing leg. He was always moving. Always thinking. Sometimes Obi-Wan found himself wishing he had that kind of energy again. It would certainly help him keep up with his rambunctious padawan.

"Not every mission will be filled with action and adventure." Obi-Wan said as he tucked his hands into the wide sleeves of his robe. "There are times for fighting and times for strategy. Gathering information is crucial to learning more about our enemy."

Anakin rolled his eyes. "What more is there to learn?" he scoffed. "We know the Separatists have a base full of droids somewhere and we know they're probably planning to tear the planet apart for resources, because that's just what they do. Why waste time scrounging around like womp rats when we could storm their base?"

"We don't know if that's what their intentions are, we have only assumed so." Obi-Wan corrected him with a soft sigh. "How exactly do you propose we storm their base if we know neither the location nor the amount of fortifications it has? We'd be going in blind."

"That's what scoping out the objective is for, isn't it?" Anakin inquired with a slight smirk. He wasn't expecting Obi-Wan to answer that question, as he already knew the answer. "Relax, master. You worry too much!"

"And you don't worry enough." Obi-Wan murmured, shaking his head.

As the evening dragged on and the 212th slowly but surely retreated into their tents, Obi-Wan found himself sitting alone by the smoldering remains of the campfire. Anakin had since wandered off, presumably to turn in for the night, which left him with his thoughts. He found that late nights provided the perfect atmosphere for deep thinking. Mostly everyone had gone to sleep, save for a few troopers who'd been given guard duty by Commander Cody. The air was quiet, the stars were bright, and there was no one to disturb him.

"Am I living up to your expectations, master?" Obi-Wan asked aloud, looking to the stars for an answer. He knew Qui-Gon would not answer. His late master had not answered for quite some time, leaving him to speculate on his decisions alone. It appeared he was still teaching him lessons even in death.

Obi-Wan slowly exhaled and closed his eyes. He reached out with the Force, expanding his reach to envelop the camp and beyond. He could feel the slight ripples of small forest creatures rustling around through the Force, their tiny life signatures bright and thriving against the empty darkness. He sensed clones stirring in their cots and guards anxiously shifting their weight as they waited for their shift to end. As he dove deeper, he felt the familiarity of Anakin's aura brush against his. His padawan remained there for several seconds before withdrawing, leaving Obi-Wan to himself once again. The Jedi Master then withdrew from the Force himself. His exhausted body told him it was time to rest, and he reluctantly obliged. Something told him he would need his strength for tomorrow.