[ He can feel Lucretia coming, the specific swash of her signature in the Force. It doesn't stop him from continuing the song, even though it feels incredibly intimate singing it before someone who wasn't a Jedi. But even as he goes through the final verses and she's come into view, he has reached into himself to inspect why he feels that way and let the feeling move through him. Music wasn't made to be hidden. Qui-Gon wouldn't have felt that way. He makes eye contact with her as he's finishing the song, before his gaze goes over her shoulder to the crystals.
Having been shining solidly a moment ago, they dim back to a more neutral glow. He has time to think that they might be brighter than they were before when Lucretia speaks up. Obi-Wan smiles and clears his throat into his fist. ]
Ah, yes. Thank you. I am... rather out of practice.
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Having been shining solidly a moment ago, they dim back to a more neutral glow. He has time to think that they might be brighter than they were before when Lucretia speaks up. Obi-Wan smiles and clears his throat into his fist. ]
Ah, yes. Thank you. I am... rather out of practice.