It's not wrong. It's not an unreasonable question, she realizes, as she considers what Kanan's seen today, between Enfys and the Cloud-Riders and the refugees.

"I was different from others, but -"

But she'd had other things to think about. But she'd always been eager to run into what she didn't know.

"I grew up in the place I knew was my home. I was always with my family, even when - I wasn't taken from them. I was raised with fighters, people who cared about Ryloth, about Twi'leks, about our own history, down to our deserts and mountains."

Her eyes flicker back to him. "I knew who I was."