She nods.


Like she understands. And who knows? Allana's special. She might really understand everything that he could possibly say to her.

Then again, she's four and easily distracted by shiny objects.

She thinks for a long moment, turning Jacen the tauntaun over in her hands. "Are you nice to them? The ones that die?"

Like her grandmother, or Jacen's brother. The one that has a ship named after him.