The touch of her hand on his was... it was warm. Gentle. Reassurring in a way Caleb had never really realized something so small could be. He blew out a little breath, tried on a little smile, and glanced back up at her.

"There are more worlds than there are battle-ready Jedi," he said, finally. "All we can do is our best. But none of us intend to do any less than that."