"Perhaps you're an anomaly. Or this is a sign that your soul is too old for your body."
Ezra is very much a teenager in attitude and personality, and no amount of training would lessen that. It's a trait that Qui-Gon's learned to accept and embrace--both in reality and in the false memories rapidly overtaking his mind. He reaches out with a hand and places it on the boy's head. It's a calming gesture if nothing else, and one meant to show solidarity, especially with the gentle pull Qui-Gon gives as an invitation for Ezra to come closer if he wanted. Despite the quip, it is something to take seriously.
"It could also be a side effect of this world. We can speak to a healer in town, if you'd like."
That's enough to get Ezra to pause, momentarily jarred out of his worry, because really, Qui-Gon? Really? Dad jokes now?
Ezra is giving him such a look.
"If my soul's that old, wouldn't that make me your dad?"
That familiar gesture, though, and the comfort that comes with it, helps at least to leech out a little of Ezra's tension. Maybe he doesn't know what's going on, and maybe Qui-Gon doesn't either, but he's not facing it alone. That helps.
"Maybe we better. I mean, this can't be normal." Or healthy. Ezra stares at his arms, trying to figure out if they're just a little thinner because he's smaller, or if he's actually a little scrawny too.
"With your attitude, I would place you closer to a grandfather. We should go before you get even crankier."
Qui-Gon's hand makes its way to Ezra's shoulder so he can guide the boy back into the house. If they left through the front, then they could make it into town and (hopefully) get a better idea of what was going on--including any issues regarding that scrawniness.
He's not too worried, however. Ezra's personality is intact and outside of his height loss, he's perfectly healthy and energetic. There has to be a logical explanation despite the overall whimsical nature of their surroundings. And whatever that issue, they'll be sure to tackle it together like the family they are.
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Ezra is very much a teenager in attitude and personality, and no amount of training would lessen that. It's a trait that Qui-Gon's learned to accept and embrace--both in reality and in the false memories rapidly overtaking his mind. He reaches out with a hand and places it on the boy's head. It's a calming gesture if nothing else, and one meant to show solidarity, especially with the gentle pull Qui-Gon gives as an invitation for Ezra to come closer if he wanted. Despite the quip, it is something to take seriously.
"It could also be a side effect of this world. We can speak to a healer in town, if you'd like."
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Ezra is giving him such a look.
"If my soul's that old, wouldn't that make me your dad?"
That familiar gesture, though, and the comfort that comes with it, helps at least to leech out a little of Ezra's tension. Maybe he doesn't know what's going on, and maybe Qui-Gon doesn't either, but he's not facing it alone. That helps.
"Maybe we better. I mean, this can't be normal." Or healthy. Ezra stares at his arms, trying to figure out if they're just a little thinner because he's smaller, or if he's actually a little scrawny too.
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Qui-Gon's hand makes its way to Ezra's shoulder so he can guide the boy back into the house. If they left through the front, then they could make it into town and (hopefully) get a better idea of what was going on--including any issues regarding that scrawniness.
He's not too worried, however. Ezra's personality is intact and outside of his height loss, he's perfectly healthy and energetic. There has to be a logical explanation despite the overall whimsical nature of their surroundings. And whatever that issue, they'll be sure to tackle it together like the family they are.