Young Padawan. It still sends a rush through him to be acknowledged as one of the Jedi, to hear someone openly call him that. It's not that he needs to hear other people confirm it. Back home, it was enough for him just to know what he is, to have Kanan teaching him. Jedi aren't supposed to seek glory or public acknowledgment, after all.

But still. It's a form of acceptance, and that's something priceless for him. Warmth flushes through him, and he can't stop his smile from growing, even as he ducks his head to hide it. A futile effort, since little patterns of wind ripple the air around them, ruffling through their hair.

"I... You're..." No, words aren't good enough. Not good enough when what this needs is just a really quick hug. He's a teenager and mostly too old for such things, but...

But this is a special occasion.

"You're welcome, Master Jinn. Happy birthday."