Rooh responded as she always did: with a stubborn curiosity of her own. She had fostered a deep bond with the other one, and this one felt the same, but different. She brought her head up and tilted it, too much animal to truly broadcast back.

But still.

Obi-Wan brought his consciousness back to his immediate surroundings. Watching, in a sense, without interference. Pushing Dume too far would be of no use to any of them. He could scarcely remember a time he hadn't been connected to the Force in all its hugeness-- the absence of it seemed like a vast and frightening thing.