Having Anakin’s workshop in the barn was oddly appropriate. His beloved machines sharing space with Obi-Wan’s beloved animals. It worked out well that way.

When Anakin would see him though, the Jedi Master was lightly dusted in volcanic ash. His hair a bit unkempt and plastered to his head from dry sweat. He looked like he just came off a battlefield, or a volcanic planet.

But when he saw Anakin a smile came to his face, walking up to his friend and partner as he greeted him.

“Better than I expected, actually.”