"No, I have Chirrut for that," Baze says, his heart lighter when he thinks of his friend, and his tone fond to match. He pats her hand. "But thank you. And while I'm not looking forward to your facing something like that, I do hope I can help you like you've helped me today."

He reaches out and loops one arm around her shoulders, pulling her close for a quick squeeze. "I'm so glad you're my friend, Ysalwen."