For all his vaunted detachment, she was right. The balance would, somehow, right itself. Perhaps it already had.
But which way?
He was not aware of her observation of his eyes, only of her intense scrutiny and the way it made him feel more self-conscious than a man of his age should. Then again, he hadn't done anything like this is years. It was bound to feel... invasive.
He did notice she had freckles, and quickly shoved that away as an oddly inappropriate thought for an old man to have about a young girl. Well. A young girl who was actually a woman.
How do you think? His eyes crinkled with pleasure at her skill, and he smiled, that same warmth still flowing between them. And this time he formed an image to send her, of a young (though still quite sizable) Krayt dragon, snarling unhappily at the viewer whose gaze then turned to look at gashes in their own arm. A memory, Luke's own, from an ill-fated teenage adventure on Tatooine.
She was powerful. Intuitive. Like no one he'd ever taught before.
no subject
But which way?
He was not aware of her observation of his eyes, only of her intense scrutiny and the way it made him feel more self-conscious than a man of his age should. Then again, he hadn't done anything like this is years. It was bound to feel... invasive.
He did notice she had freckles, and quickly shoved that away as an oddly inappropriate thought for an old man to have about a young girl. Well. A young girl who was actually a woman.
How do you think? His eyes crinkled with pleasure at her skill, and he smiled, that same warmth still flowing between them. And this time he formed an image to send her, of a young (though still quite sizable) Krayt dragon, snarling unhappily at the viewer whose gaze then turned to look at gashes in their own arm. A memory, Luke's own, from an ill-fated teenage adventure on Tatooine.
She was powerful. Intuitive. Like no one he'd ever taught before.
He tried not to enjoy that feeling.