Oh, Obi-Wan. She busied herself with the sugar and her tea, using that as her reason for looking away from him. “There’s more to it than words. He... might not have believed you. Because of his childhood, the Jedi’s... views on attachment.” Views that they were... painfully familiar with. “You need to show him. Be physically demonstrative.”
This was a conversation she hadn’t expected to have, and while she appreciated that it served as a distraction from her nightmares it was still strange. She turned her attention to the cup in her hands, breathing in the steam and familiar scent of tea.