It doesn't look like the information does anything to alleviate Padmé's worries, either, with the way her brows furrow and she bites down on her lower lip. So she is not the only one suffering from very selective amnesia, then.

At his question, she looks down, realizes how she must look -- hair in tangled curls, dressed in a white, simple dress like those worn in a medical bay, framing her stomach that still looks at least six months pregnant. No surprise, with her last memories being of a clinical room and cradling her children in her arms, breathing out the names she'd chosen for them. Of course she would still look as if...

Her children. Padmé forces herself to breathe and not think of it; Obi-Wan would look after them. Would make sure they're safe. It is only dimly that she registers the slight pain at the side of her head -- she must have hit it when the ship crash-landed.

"Yes... thank you. I'm-" not alright at all "-not badly hurt. You don't need to worry about me."