"Nearly three standard years," Obi-Wan replied, diverting his attention to the ground for a moment while he walked. This sand was different from that on Tatooine. He wouldn't have been as afraid to walk barefoot in it. That, of course, was practically impossible on the desert planet. Unless he wanted to get bitten by a sandworm or a kreetle. And he most certainly did not.
He paused in mid step to kick at a little pebble in the dirt, years of tides having finally swept it up out of reach of the water. He bent down to pick it up. It was smooth all around, and slimy from sea goop. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger and continued to walk.
"A lot has changed. I don't know what you've been told. I've been living on Tatooine since--"
Since she died? Since Anakin had fallen to the Dark Side?