Evri-wan Duzzet smiled as he watched Kev stepping gingerly toward the edge of the river. The knight made room for his friend on the boulder as he kept a hold of the rod. "It's nice to just relax sometimes."
Sitting next to Evri-wan, Kev nodded. He looked rather nervous as he peered down at the water. "Yes," he squeeked, then cleared his throat before continuing in a calmer tone, "Yes it is."
"You've come a long way, my friend." A small note of pride was in the Jedi's voice. "You wouldn't have willingly come here a couple years ago."
"True, but I still don't enjoy the water, or fishing…" he broke off with a shudder. "Mik is only five and he swims better than I ever did before Manaan." He referred to the time when he was one of the only humans who survived on Hrakert Station when the natives were driven mad. He had hidden in a locker, whimpering pitifully whenever anyone would try to get him out. It was Evri-wan who had finally coaxed the frail scientist out after being in the cramped enclosure for nearly a week.
"He's a good kid, you're lucky."
"Yeah, lucky he takes after his mother instead of cowardly me."
"Come on, Kev, you are not a coward."
The scientist shook his head. "If my son were drowning out there, I would be too afraid to jump in to save him."
"I don't believe that for a second."
Kev sighed as he looked out at the slowly moving current. "Let's hope we never have to find out."
The Jedi patted his friend on the shoulder. Just then, something jerked the line and Evri-wan quickly yanked the rod up. As he reeled his catch closer to the shore, he exclaimed, "It's a big one, Kev, get the net!"
Moaning in dread, the other man did as his friend bade. His hands shook as he held out the net and leaned toward the water. "Got it!" he crowed as he scooped the flopping bass into the net and leaned back. He wiped sweat from his brow and grinned at Evri-wan.
The Jedi smiled with pride as he spoke, "Good job, partner."