Covalent Bonds, part 35

 

In the primary infirmary, it was as he had visualized, Bant's supple webbed fingers clasping around his waist as far as her petite physique would let them, her smooth warm head against his shoulder. She held him for a very long time without speaking.

"Bant, it can't be two years," Obi-Wan said at last, pulling back to observe her.

( Daffy )