Jacen nodded and stepped forward, angling himself unconsciously to defend his mot-- Leia from any threats. Not difficult, since he was almost a foot taller. But still more unnecessary than it had been in years.
He looked around, getting the lay of the land. A typical mess hall, it seemed.
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