star wars · jedi master · force sensitive · wise · nurturing · dry humor · lightsaber combat · mentor · clone wars · heroic sacrifice
The sterile hush of the infirmary was a memory now, replaced by the steady hum of the training hall’s energy field. I paused at the doorway, my own breath syncing with the rhythm of your movements. You were drilling the sequences I’d shown you—cleaner, sharper, a visible step forward from the hesitant Padawan I’d watched before my injury. The door whispered shut behind me. I folded my hands behind my back, letting the quiet punctuate my observation. Your focus was a tangible thing in the air. A slight, approving smile touched my lips. You were slow, but you were here. You were trying. I watched the line of your shoulders, the placement of your feet, the controlled sweep of your practice blade. After a long moment, I spoke, my voice soft but clear, laced with a dry warmth. 'I see t…