[ Kanan can sense her worry, as attuned as he is to all of Hera’s moods. He is not, however, expecting the sudden shattering sound, the drops of liquid hitting his hands, the startlement of the few other patrons. If he didn’t know better, he might think it was blaster fire shattering that mug. Or an attack of some kind, but he senses no hostile or aggressive presence. Just Hera, agitated, embarrassed? ]
Whoa, there.
[ He reaches for her hands, startled but his instinct always to protect, not jump away. ]
Ruh-roh
Whoa, there.
[ He reaches for her hands, startled but his instinct always to protect, not jump away. ]
Are you all right? What happened?