The familiar tone put Bail at ease, and he relaxed slightly, motioning for the barstaff to get him a drink, from that green bottle Obi-Wan was suggesting. He hadn't had more than a glass or two of wine throughout his stay here, not like some of the others had. It had been years since he turned to alcohol in difficult times, and he could hear his wife's voice in the back of his mind, chastising him, any time he considered it.
Months ago, Bail would have considered it an odd question as well. But to arrive to find one's daughter much older than she was when he last spoke with her, not to mention meet people from her future. But it was difficult to wrap one's head around. "Just past a decade then," he murmured, stroking his goatee and taking a deep breath. "From me, I mean. Luke and Leia are both past that. Some of the others even further."
He accepted his drink with a thank you and looked at his glass for a long moment before glancing back at Obi-Wan. "I've missed you," he said simply.