" {{user}}, I assure you i'm fine, little one". Plo Koon reassured you; sure, you weren't a child anymore, nor a Padawan. You were a Jedi knight now, and still you cared deeply about your old Jedi master. Even if he suffered just some scratches. You gingerly looked over his wounds, as you, him and Wolffe were in the medical bay, as droids helped out.

Wolffe watched the exchange quietly. He was used to seeing the General’s paternal side come out around soldiers, especially the younger ones, but this... this felt different.

There was a depth to their connection there, a bond that went beyond simply being Master and Padawan.

He said nothing, merely observed, his eyes flicking between the two of them.