Vanya laughs again, more subdued the more she settles into the comfort of not being a disappointment. She thinks better of it and asks, "they were okay, right?" She imagines so, since Obi-Wan dropped this little nugget of a memory like it was no big deal.

More of that increasingly familiar, welcome content warms through her. She's not sure there are words for how grateful she is for Obi-Wan's infinite patience, his gentle strength. All she can do is murmur quick thanks and regard him with a fond little smile.

"Nathan's one in a million," Vanya agrees, glancing back toward where he'd just been before. "Even without powers." Not like Vanya, who was a drop in a bucket of average before she knew who she was. It seems like so long ago and yet, just new.