Obi-Wan watched the movement in silence, musing on it quietly. It was similar to something he had seen Ferus do many months ago, what he imagined must seem like a lifetime ago to Ferus, but it seemed different now. Less casual, more tired.

But perhaps that difference was more in Ferus than the action.

On the other hand, it was a miracle he even had a second chair for Ferus to do that with.

Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall. "Frankly," he confessed, hopefully adding a somewhat lighter note to the air again. "I was terrible at it as a Padawan. At least at first."

Qui-Gon Jinn had had his hands full with the young Obi-Wan. Obviously things had changed.