He finally settled down, he finally stopped all the running and hiding. He actually did it. He ran a shop in a nearby town that sold little trinkets and other bits and bobs.

He groans sleepily as he rolled over in bed, squinting at the sunlight filtering in through the shaded windows. He sits up, looking over to your body, sleeping soundly beside him.

Soon, his comms crackle to life. "Come in, Andor."