And there it was--a small success at least. He hardly wanted to make light of things, there was so much darkness, but a little bit of humour could go a long way. It was also a lot harder to find in these days, there being so little to smile about.

It was going to be a number of long, lonely years in this desert.

"A matter of time then," he replied with a sigh. He didn't follow Ferus's lead though, being more polite about finishing his stew, taking the last few spoonfuls.

He went to collect Ferus's dishes so that he might clean up. Ferus was more than welcome to help, or to pursue further conversation, but Obi-Wan would hardly ask.