"It would seem so," she murmured in agreement, wondering absently what Obi-Wan would say about such luck. Her old friend likely would have offered some wisdom about the Force and then added a quip that would have made them all smile. She missed him.

Continuing along the path, she quickened her pace slightly as the sky began to steadily darken above them, and a minute later the trees began to thin until they emerged at a clear stretch of land with a tiny stone cabin near the treeline. There was a small garden at the side of the house with a variety of herbs, a lean-to covering a pile of firewood prepared for the winter ahead, and despite clearly being old, there was something cozy about the little house. She'd worked hard over the years to make it somewhere she could find a small amount of solace.