She may hate it - and he knows she does - but they both understand he's needed elsewhere. And that if she has true need for him, there is no power in this universe which could stop him from returning to her side. Still, he'd rather her have the armor - these types of things, even those like her, sometimes, especially those like her, can become targets.

He'll make them spit out their own lungs if they try.

Her slight give - all she can offer in this situation and Anakin takes a rest in this moment, knowing it's going to likely be the last one for many days. That doesn't mean he likes it, and that dislike focuses like light under a crystal inside of him, a building heat, ready to be unleashed when it was needed. "Our people are a strong and brave as we could ask for, due to you." They'd follow her lead. He didn't doubt that in the slightest. "