"That you do," Qui-Gon responds, the good-natured teasing fading into a genuine softness. Ezra's grown so much over the years since they've been together, no doubt thanks to the fact that Qui-Gon never let him go hungry.
Looking at him now, though, he seems a bit shorter than he should be, and in a startling moment, Qui-Gon realizes that no, it hasn't been years since they've been together but months, and although Ezra has grown, it was an inch or two over the course of that short amount of time.
He briefly considers calling off their training session, but decides against it. Nothing about this interaction feels wrong, and he can't sense any danger outside of a dream's impact on his thoughts. Why ruin a good thing?
Qui-Gon takes his place across from Ezra and dips his shoulders before bringing his lightsaber up in the appropriate salute. He knows the boy will do the same without falter.
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Looking at him now, though, he seems a bit shorter than he should be, and in a startling moment, Qui-Gon realizes that no, it hasn't been years since they've been together but months, and although Ezra has grown, it was an inch or two over the course of that short amount of time.
He briefly considers calling off their training session, but decides against it. Nothing about this interaction feels wrong, and he can't sense any danger outside of a dream's impact on his thoughts. Why ruin a good thing?
Qui-Gon takes his place across from Ezra and dips his shoulders before bringing his lightsaber up in the appropriate salute. He knows the boy will do the same without falter.