Perhaps a small blessing to Ezra, Qui-Gon doesn't call attention to the gentle gusts of wind outside of his lingering smile.

The hug, on the other hand, doesn't receive any such treatment. Although Qui-Gon doesn't keep Ezra in an embrace any longer than the teenager deems comfortably necessary, he does give his shoulders a tight squeeze and that mop of hair a quick tousle, and although it wasn't intentional, the fact that his fingers brushed against the tiny ponytail hanging by Ezra's right ear certainly doesn't go unnoticed. The tiny swell of pride deep inside Qui-Gon's heart sees to that.

"Please remind me to return the favor when yours is near."