The Hermit Shack in the Woods, Saturday Morning

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Yesterday had been... unpleasant. Or at least troublesome. And yes, eventually Obi-Wan would have to have that conversation with Ahsoka he'd been putting off for some time.

But that would come whenever it came - whenever Ahsoka chose to have it.

Today, Obi-Wan was meditating, the eopies wandering around him, undisturbed. His efforts to refamiliarize himself with the Living Force this past year and a half had been steady, if slow-- but it was easier now, to simply throw his consciousness into the winds and feel the life around himself.

Obi-Wan sat outside his shack, but in truth, on this island, he was everywhere, all at once, and everyone, all at once.

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Was it really as simple as that? Caleb contemplated that in silence for a moment before, with a quiet sort of consideration, he thanked Rooh for her insight on the matter. It seemed to be working for her, and he remembered a time, once, where it had worked for him. Maybe that was something that he'd lost sight of, when everything else had fallen apart.

When he'd become a scared kid separated from the herd, with nothing left to do but run.

He thanked her again, and then he started to lean back, until the line between Caleb and Kanan came back to him, and there was little left for him to do but open his eyes, furrow his brow, and process.

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The look Obi-Wan gave him was curious, but not overtly so; thoughtful, perhaps, and considering the state of Dume-- no, Kanan-- before him.

Eventually, he got back onto his feet, and crossed the small clearing to find Rooh herself, nibbling on some fodder. He patted her gently on the neck.

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It was a good ten, fifteen minutes of silence before Kanan slowly started to gather his feet underneath himself so that he could stand, and another two minutes of idly brushing twigs off of his clothing, clearly distracted, before he really let himself look up toward Master Kenobi and the eopies.

He licked his lips, stalling for another moment still while he groped around for words. Habit, more than anything, had brought up a lot of his barriers between himself and the Force, but there was still that little glimmer around the edges of his senses, and he was loathe to shut it out just yet.

"Just like that, huh?"

Like riding a hoverbike.

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"You are Force sensitive," Obi-Wan said. He'd moved on to brushing dirt off of Rooh's son's skin. The child wasn't as good at hygiene yet. "It is not something one so easily lets go of."

Only one person had ever managed, in all of Jedi history.

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"No," Kanan agreed with a sigh. "No, it's not."

He lifted one hand to run through his hair - it stuttered there, caught in the middle an old habit that he'd long since replaced with the new - and wound up stroking his beard, instead.

"Now I'm not sure if I have answers to the questions I came with, or mostly just new questions," he confessed.

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Obi-Wan turned 'round, flashing him a slight smile.

"Either," he said, "Is a next step, isn't it?"

Sometimes he could still be way too Jedi Master for anyone's good.

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Well, that was frustrating in a way that was entirely too familiar. Kanan raised one eyebrow at Obi-Wan, and then snorted and gave his head a shake.

"I suppose it is, one way or another," he agreed.

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"Then hopefully it will help."

Obi-Wan strode away from the eopies, towards Kanan.

"And if it does - or does not - you are always welcome here."

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"Thank you, Master Kenobi," Kanan replied, bowing his head slightly. "Whatever the case, I might have to take you up on that."

He would. Definitely. Be prepared, Obi-Wan. You were stuck with him, now.