At the hand to his shoulder, Obi-Wan looks up at his old master, a curious glint in his own eyes. Although he was grown and far from the Padawan he used to be, he couldn't very well say no to that. Thus a smile touches Obi-Wan's face.

"Very well, master. I'll be ready."

And ready he will be. A small bag has been packed with the items he would need, and a note left for Rey on Satine's care instructions.