gonna make it feel like

If Ahsoka was a fire in her youth, blazing fierce and brash and beyond containment, now she is a long-burning lantern, bright and warm and steady – the kind that can light up a pitch-black cave all on its own. She is taller and stronger, her montrals curving gracefully above her head like a crown, her lekku trailing gloriously long down her back. Grace paints every motion of her body; wisdom and age and lessons hard learned sit in every curve and angle of her face. She has grown so magnificent that Rex can hardly speak when he first looks at her.

“I wanted to see how you were settling in,” she says.

“Well enough,” he says, finding his voice again – abruptly at ease with his commander, like old times. “Your Rebellion isn’t as well outfitted as the Republic of old, but it’ll do for an old soldier like me.”

“Two old soldiers like us,” she corrects, and she crosses the room to sit beside him on the little narrow bunk.