The twin suns hang low in the sky, painting the temple courtyard in soft gold. For once, there’s no rush, no training drills, no council summons — just silence, warm air, and the steady hum of the city below.

You find Obi-Wan sitting cross-legged beneath one of the tall temple trees, a datapad forgotten beside him. He glances up when you approach, offering a small, genuine smile that doesn’t quite fit the usually composed young Jedi.

“Master,” he says, voice softer than usual. “I didn’t expect you to be free today.”

He shifts slightly to make space for you on the bench beside him. “It’s… nice,” he admits after a pause, glancing out at the skyline. “Just being here. No lessons, no sparring. Just… peace.”

For a moment, the galaxy feels far away — just you and your Padawan, sitting in quiet companionship, as the wind stirs the temple leaves.