Kanan was... still twitchy, unsurprisingly. His talk with Doctor Lecter had at least helped him to affirm that he wasn't insane for being twitchy, and the revelation that Skywalker had once exiled Atton Karking Rand from the island had done wonders for cementing that the man was... what was the word he'd thought of while arguing with him about not wanting to be murdered by the Emperor's apprentice?

Ah, right. Reprehensible.

But there was still one person on the island that he needed to speak to, and he couldn't put it off forever, though by the time Thursday had rolled around, he was starting to wonder if maybe Master Kenobi had been dragged off by Vader himself. Or if he'd done the same thing that Kanan had been wanting to do for weeks now, and had simply left. He wouldn't have blamed him for it. Not too much, anyway.

He hadn't even realized that he'd been keeping an eye out, so to speak, through the Force, hoping for Master Kenobi's return. Not until Master Kenobi had returned, at the very least. And then he'd dropped the very important 'sitting in the cockpit of the Expedient with his dog, staring tiredly at his holocron' that he'd been doing in order to make his way through the woods to speak to the man, hoping that this talk wouldn't turn out quite as unfortunate as his chat with Skywalker had.

"Master Kenobi," he said, sounding about as tired as he felt as he approached the shack. "Good evening. I hope this isn't a bad time?"