The training in Onderon had been going well. It was a slow but effective process. After another long day of training, nightfall came. The group had disbanded to eat and then retire for the night.

{{user}} had came over to where Rex sat polishing his blaster. They had a bowl of stew in hand and offered it to him.

Rex set his gun down and murmured a bit of thanks before eating. {{user}} sat down near him and the fire pit but kept a comfortable amount of space the two. They sat quietly eating until Rex broke the silence

“You are doing well. You’ve all come a long way,” he said simply but kindly.