Obi-Wan could imagine her bewilderment at discovering that her uncle was a mere ten years old simply by his own astonishment. The Luke he knew was barely three. Obi-Wan couldn't even imagine how Luke would be at ten. Let alone twenty or thirty or so on. But hearing that Luke turned out to be kind and honest man made Obi-Wan feel relieved. And well trained in the Jedi arts, too. It almost seemed to help lift some of Obi-Wan's self-piled guilt.
He'd had worries for the future of the Skywalker children. He'd feared what would happen if their locations had been disclosed to the wrong people or if they were ever to cross paths with the Sith. With their father in particular.
So he had done something right in taking Luke to Tatooine, hadn't he? If Luke ended up destroying the Empire then he must have. That was good to know. The future surrounding the Skywalker family had always been clouded. Even Yoda didn't know if they were making the right decision at the time. But decisions had to be made by someone.
Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
But that relief didn't last long, however.
"Exar Kun?"
He searched his mind for that name. Was there something familiar about it? Obi-Wan never had been one for deep studies of Jedi history, but he thought he could recall a legend involving a Sith by that name. But it had been so long since his days as a Youngling he could barely remember.
"Will he be alright? Was he badly hurt? How did it happen?"
There he was, being impatient again.
Obi-Wan wanted to curse himself for not being brought to this place earlier so he could have helped in the boy's rescue. But there was nothing he could do about that. If he had been meant to be there, then he would have been there. Apparently the universe had other plans for him.
He looked over to her training disc with a sort of studious contemplation.
"You may have to find a more competitive training partner if you are going to fight off a Sith."