Something in Ezra relaxes a little at that one-armed hug. The words help, yes, but the hug underscores them, giving them a more concrete feel. Ezra closes his eyes, relishing the contact without question, even slipping his own arms around Qui-Gon.

"I don't know what I'll learn," he admits. "But I'd still like to find out. It's... It feels important to me."