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[peaceistheway]

"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.

[hadthehighground]

"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."

[peaceistheway]

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?"

[hadthehighground]

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.

[peaceistheway]

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."

[hadthehighground]

"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."