More than that, she’d roomed with Anakin on a good deal of those missions, and Anakin’s favorite way to set a tempstat was as high as it could feasibly go and then throw a blanket on top of that.
She’d fought in the rain and the mud and in the buffeting walls of heat. Ahsoka couldn’t say the heat bothered her, because, for one thing, she’d been shuffled from battleground to battleground for years now-there was nothing, climate-wise, that could bother her. It was her luck that the first available plot of land there was ended up being Tatooine, of all the hellish places, and she didn’t have the clothing for the binary suns boiling the world from every possible angle, so she had hunkered down in an alleyway until she could steal a coarse sheet off a line and wrap it around her lekku. She hadn’t intended to land on Tatooine, either, but the freighter she’d stowed away on had a coolant leak and the ship had to be landed at the nearest planet, and in the Outer Rim the pickings were slim and pilots landed on the first available plot of land there was. Tatooine had, as far as Ahsoka could tell, only the one season-brutally, furiously hot, with both suns scorching the sands and the air and the world and everything that dared to live on the surface.
