Kanan stays quiet for a minute, head still resting in his palm. Then he lifts it and looks up at Hera, mouth twisting up at one corner.

“There’s always that possibility, I do know that. And it’s not like I’d really know familial relationships firsthand, but based on everything people say about them, and how they look . . .”

He shrugs, then, the motion easier than he feels like it should be.

“You’d know better than I would, though.”

After all, Hera did have parents, and does, still. Even if they don’t really talk.