Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs,
He nodded--very slowly--as he tried to picture what she was describing. Life and fire incarnate: birth and death, creation and destruction, terror and intense beauty--the Phoenix, rising from the ashes. But right now, Jean looked more like someone who's psyche had been badly burned by the mythical creature. He wanted to ask more about the dream, but more than that, he wanted avoid causing her pain.
He, too, looked intently into her coffee cup.
"In my dreams," he said. "I'm a child warrior, which sounds less frightening, but you have to factor in that every night I get to watch a close friend die. So..." He signaled to the waitress for a coffee, which he'd somehow forgotten to order.