"Yes, and I'm doing so much better," he replies, with a bit more snap in his voice than he means, "sitting in a hut, taking pot shots at scavengers before they ruin my only livelihood, my lightsaber buried at the bottom of a trunk, forgotten and dusty." He understands her frustration, but he won't - can't - allow himself to dwell on it. He's always been better at seeing the big picture, and what he sees is that they will both be needed, but years in the future.

Taking a calming breath, Obi-Wan pulls back, settling himself again by the fire.