(A/N) Hope you all enjoy, please R and R :) More on the way.

"Tell me about the Jedi Order." She said, lying on her back, looking upwards into what seemed like an infinitely starry sky. "What is it like?"

He didn't respond at first, and she thought he might simply be annoyed with her; he usually seemed that way when his Master left them alone as he scouted ahead. But as she sat up on her elbows to regard him, he instead looked contemplative. His hair had grown longer since they had been on the run; for over a month now, none of them had a haircut. He had stopped wearing the small ponytail in the back, and she noticed that now his hair was far more red where they had spent many long hours in the sun. He had managed to keep his face mostly shaven, though for a few days, it had been rather stubbly.

"I'm sorry if that was a bad question." She sat up fully now, pressing back away from the almost overbearing heat of the fire he had made for them.

"It wasn't." He spoke carefully, as if measuring out his words so that each was the same. "It is hard to describe the Order, I suppose. It is the only life I have known."

"What about your family?" She had heard rumors from families on Mandalore who had given children to the Order, and had never heard from them again. But she hadn't thought it was true.

"They are farmers on a planet called Stewjon. I do not know them." He answered, looking over at her. "Jedi are forbidden from attachments, philial or otherwise. The Order is our family."

She took a moment to think that through. Though her family had, of course, had its own issues as all families do; there had been a strong sense of love between them. After her brother had died as a small child, and she had been heralded as the heir to the throne, she had grown much closer to her father. Bo Katan had become close with their mother, and Satine hoped that when this was through, she could return to Bo Katan and they could rule Mandalore together. She was worried though, the military academies of Mandalore had becoming a breeding ground for violence and military idealists. Being severed from her sister had hurt; but she could not fathom what it had been like to never know a family.

"So, Qui-Gon is like your father, then?" The two men were close, though it was clear that Obi-Wan deferred to the older man. Qui-Gon had proven amicable and kind, he had soothed over many panics they had found themselves in the past few weeks.

"In a way, Masters serve as parental figures. We are trained by them for years, more than a decade. But it is part of the trials to become a Knight to allow this bond to be broken." She must have looked horrified. "Not completely, of course," he hurriedly added. "They are always a resource and mentor for you. One of the main purposes in a Jedi's life is to learn. But, we are forbidden form attachment. We have to learn to let go."

She tried to process it again. No attachment. No families, then. Or spouses. No children. No parents. No exceptionally close friends. "It all seems rather lonely." She said, choosing to be honest.

"No being is ever alone." To her surprise, he mimicked her earlier position, pushing up the sleeves of his tunic and lying flat on the ground. "The living force always surrounds us. It connects us in ways that cannot be understood."

She laid down next to him, and they existed in silence for a few moments. It occurred to her that this is the most he had talked in their weeks together. He was generally reserved, though quick-witted. He was powerful and intelligent; but preferred to let his Master do the leading on all aspects of the mission. She thought a little guiltily that she had perhaps judged him too quickly before, and she had simply been asking the wrong questions.

"What is it you plan to do in the Order then?"

"Qui-Gon thinks I should take the route and work as a Diplomatic Guardian."

She turned her head to look at him, seeing him looking over the grass at her as well. "And you want to do that as well?"

He laughed a little. "Perhaps. I've never considered myself much of a talker, if I'm being honest." He paused, and looked back up at the sky, blinking slowly. "As I'm sure you have noticed."

"it is not how much you speak, but what you say." She replied, citing an old adage she had gotten from her father. "Many people speak often and say nothing but nonsense."

He laughed, a deep resonant laugh. He had never laughed like that before, merely chuckles or smirks. She smiled to herself.

"With that sort of wisdom, you should be a Jedi." He said, with a garish wink before they both laid in silence. She thought about all that he had said, her own family and his Master so far away, before she felt herself fading into sleep; finally a feeling of the ice broken between them settling over her.