Qui-Gon's more perceptive than Ezra is right now, fatigue creeping in behind the boy's eyes without him even realizing it. "I will," he murmurs, promise heartfelt no matter that the world's beginning to fade. "Do the best I can." And it's comforting, in a way, that he doesn't always have to know what to do - because he doesn't always know what to do. But if it's enough to follow what his heart tells him is right...

He can do that. Maybe not perfectly, but still. He can do it.

And that thought's enough to bring him the peace he needed when he sought Qui-Gon out tonight. The last bit of tension keeping him awake dissipates, and... well. Qui-Gon makes a perfectly good pillow to rest his head against, warm robes, gentle arms, and all.