Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
Obi-Wan curled and loosened his fingers, and his knuckled popped lightly. The sinews loosened in response. He listened to the door close, just as he had listened to the car roll into the driveway and was listening now to Loras' terse greeting. What? indeed.
"I know you're not happy about this Loras," Obi-Wan said calmly, looking over his shoulder. His friend looked like he was still taking a fighter's stance, even as he lingered in the doorway, like he hadn't fully left the ring. "So, let's talk about it."
But it wasn't as if Obi-Wan had hours to spend in the kitchen. By now, every minute that passed seemed like a minute Obi might be liable for later. A person could die in less than a minute.