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"There are," he says easily, with a bit more warmth than he might have had before. After all, there had been thousands of them in her time.

"Though allow me to explain. I was actually brought to another world before coming to this one. I met a boy named Ezra there. It's a long story but, I took him as my Padawan, and we had an experience that brought us closer together. You could say we're like brothers."

Perhaps he would tell her the whole thing later, when they had the time, but for now she gets the cliff's notes.

"And there's a young girl here, her name is Leia. She's my current Padawan. You're actually well acquainted with her mother, Padme Amidala. All three of them are staying with me. There's Ahsoka as well, and another Jedi named Cal Kestis. Both of them are living separately, at least for the time being."

She listens, brow furrowed in concentration (something she might have smoother out, in conversation with someone else, but not with him), as she makes note of names.

Another world? Alright, the important part was a second padawan. And then a third one? She's sure she's missing some details, because her impression was an apprenticeship usually took a decade or more.

Her mind stutters a little over the news that this Leia is Padmé's daughter. She's nearly certain Padmé had no children, yet, when Satine last saw her.

"I would like to see both Padmé and Ahsoka again, of course," she says with a nod. Then more carefully, she prods, "Padmé is staying with you, your former and current padawan, and Ahsoka is...not?"

That seems backwards?

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He knows it’s a lot to take in, which is why he tries to keep it short. Obi-Wan can elaborate more on the finer points later. When they have a quiet moment in a private place.

“Yes, that’s right.”

The way she words it is not lost on him though, and the Jedi hesitates for a moment before continuing. “Things are… complicated with Ahsoka. Something happened that I’m not at all proud of. It tainted our relationship and it still hadn’t completely recovered.”

He wanted Ahsoka there with them of course, but it was her decision. One that he would let her make in her own time. On her terms.

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Clearly Obi-Wan doesn't want to go into the details right now.

"I'm so very sorry to hear that, Obi. She was brilliant, if a bit reckless, on her mission to Mandalore. I thought at the time, how proud you must have been of her."

“Oh I am proud. I still am. She’s strong and resilient and has overcome a great deal of hardship. She even comes to Mandalore’s aid again.”

But he doesn’t go into detail on that either. Because that would be stepping into territory after Satine’s death. And talking about her death with her is not something he’s quite prepared for yet.

"Oh?" Satine says, glancing sideways at him. She's hesitant to ask more detail about Mandalore.

"And Padmé staying with you and your students - I would not have expected that, either. Although I know you and she are old friends."

No jealousy, in her tone, but she is confused.

"We are old friends, and she's now practically family. It's... a long story. One I will tell you in time. Let's just say, I feel that I owe it to her and her children to look after them."

He knows its confusing. She's missing a lot of context. Though going into it right now would undoubtably spoil the mood. It may have been a bit selfish but he wanted to enjoy some time with her before going into all of that, and to spare her the knowledge of certain things for at least a little while.

"Alright," she accepts, for the moment, then laughs lightly. "So you have a little...clan almost."

A Mandalorian clan, she means, with bonds that are very real, an even formal in a way, when there are vows involved, but may not strictly follow blood kin or what other cultures might see as being obviously family.

"Something like that," he says with a smile.

"It's no Jedi Order, but it is something, and I'm glad for it."

It would be much lonelier if he didn't have his little found family of sorts.

"And I would be honored if you would join us."

She sucks in a sharp breath, and visibly flounders, at that.

"Of course I would be honored to be part of your little community." That part she manages to get out, diplomat steady.

There are many ways to be part of such a informal group, though. A pause, and she continues, sounding more uncertain. "...at your house?"

Her reaction brings a little smile. She may be trying to keep it together, but she can't really hide it from him.

"Of course. There's plenty of space, my dear. You can have your own room with as much privacy as you wish."

Or don't wish.

Her grip on his at tightens a little. "That would be...I've never truly lived alone, you know."

Felt lonely in her rooms, as the Duchess, yes. But always surrounded by people.

Her voice drops low, but fervent. "I would like that very much, Ben."

"And you won't have to here either, unless you want to."

And even if she did want to live alone, he would make sure to stay in contact frequently. Though that doesn't seem like it will be an issue. His eyes softening as she uses that particular name.

"Then it will be done. That's it over there."

He nods towards the house that's now come into view.

"I'll introduce you to everyone."

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