[It's funny. Even though she knows her hackles are up and her mind is swirling, the edge has softened. She doesn't feel like curling up into a knot, or hurling herself over to the mercy of the jungle. Toko can't say why. It's a cool calm, as if she'd dipped her toe in a crystalline pool.

Not that she's any fonder of water than she is of the dark, or even her other half. It's the best metaphor she can summon. She takes a deep breath and feels immense gratitude to the air. The trees. The steadiness of Obi-Wan at her back.

His silence lingers. Her nerves tingle again. Just when she might interject, he gives her his verdict.]

...

[Toko twists and cranes her neck. She can't see much of him, both the closeness and her timidity prevent her from trying to square off proper. What she can see is simple empathy. Something a little sorrowful.

She snaps her gaze back to the front at once. Stricken. Maybe even choked up. It's not the reaction she was expecting. That's because you're leaving the worst part out.]

W-well, obviously. [Sarcasm makes a lame bid for some measure of control, but she can't speak plainly. She's embarrassed herself enough.] She's...sh-she's a lot better than before, though! So don't go making a big deal out of it. I don't want...

[Her lips purse.]

M-maybe it's inevitable, but I don't want everyone to know. I have enough problems already.