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Right. So now that Ezra's Jedi education is underway, there should be some kind of formalized feedback, right?

An . . . exam of some sort. Or maybe not as formal as an exam, but --

No, probably an exam. Which means Kanan needs to come up with said exam, and whether it's written or physical or both, and what criteria count as success, and --

"Uh."

While thinking all this, Kanan has subconsciously made his way to the cockpit, pausing just inside the door as if only now thinking to check if Hera is currently less-than-busy.

"Do you have a minute?"

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"The holocron is basically a recording device, or at least that's all I know how to use it for. If we still had access to th -- huh."

He falls silent, brow furrowed in thought.

"There is the temple here, the one we found."

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"There is," she agrees, speaking slowly.

"You said you couldn't open it before."

"I couldn't, no, not alone. But with Ezra there -- a master and an apprentice . . . "

He trails off for a moment.

"Like a lot of things, it's likely to be easier if I'm not alone. I -- it feels right."

"All right."

If Kanan says this feels right, Hera doesn't feel it's her place to question it. She glances down, looking over the console, and offers, "You two could take the Phantom."

Kanan hesitates for a moment, because . . .

"Are you sure?"

"That's what it's there for, love."

She smiles, briefly, before she adds, "We took this on, and - if this is what you think Ezra needs, then you have to do it."

His smile is crooked and accompanied by a self-deprecatory laugh.

"I think he and I both need it."

Perhaps Kanan most of all.

"Then we'll find some time for you."

She waits a moment, maybe hesitating before asking, but then, "Do you know how long you'll be gone?"

"I'm hoping just a day, maybe two? But I can't guarantee that. Temples can be . . . strange."

That's the best way he can think to put it. It's been a long time, for one.

Hera nods. "Chopper and I could use it to work on the Ghost. And I'm sure Zeb and Sabine wouldn't say no to a day or two of downtime."

"In that case," Kanan says, taking a breath, "I'll talk to Ezra and we'll head out tomorrow? Bright and early, as they say."

"I can let the others know you'll be heading out. Though I don't have to tell them where you're going, yet."

She's not sure if it's the kind of thing that it might better for Ezra, or Kanan, to share after the fact.

"You can just call it training. I -- Ezra might want to talk about it himself, after the fact."

Or, you know. Not. It'll depend on how it goes.

"Then I'll do that."

She leans back in her chair, away from the pilot's console, and again gives him a small smile.

Kanan smiles back, a little tremulously.

"Is it wrong that I feel a little . . . despite knowing this is the right thing, I'm still nervous."

Maybe apprehensive is a better word.

"I'd be a little more worried if you weren't nervous."

At least, that'd be very unlike him.

The shakiness in his smile vanishes, and Kanan almost laughs.

"You'd start thinking I was someone else, huh?"

(It's not as if Kanan hasn't learned he couldn't outrun himself if he tried. These days he doesn't want to anymore. It's a little surprising, but not the bad kind.)

"Maybe," she says, her smile also growing a bit brighter.

"But I think I know you well enough by now that I could tell if anyone'd replaced you."

And as far as she knows even the Empire doesn't have the means to pull something like that.

"You know, that's pretty good to hear."

Kanan reaches out to touch her shoulder for a second, taking comfort in the contact.

He can do this. Probably.

She lifts her hand to touch his.

"I'm sure you could do the same for me."

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