Hours later, she woke up and found that she had been placed in her bed. Clieg lie beside her, also fast asleep. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and hugged her arms to her chest. Checking to make sure he husband hadn't woken up, she quickly stepped out of their room and into the hall. Everything was deathly quiet; night had fallen.

She silently tiptoed to Obi-Wan's room and pushed the door open. She was surprised to see Qui-Gon, sitting by her son's side. He looked up at her and smiled.

"He's breathing better. Even mumbling in his sleep, so he's not in a coma."

Kena nodded, then slowly approached the bed. She stared down at her son for a moment before running a hand through his hair. She smiled, then turned to Qui-Gon, who had put his hand on her arm.

"You saved his life, you know," the Jedi told her. "We are forever in your debt." He smiled. "But then again, I was already in your debt, was I not?"

Kena gave him a surprised look. "What do you mean, Jedi?"

Qui-Gon nodded towards the boy. "Him. Just having him here. That was your doing. Just having the opportunity to train him, is all because of you."

"I don't..." Kena began.

"I know. He's your son. I remember."

"I remember too. You came with two other people. One was just a boy."

Qui-Gon sighed. "Yes. That was my Padawan at the time, Xanatos."

"What happened to him?"

Qui-Gon stared down at Obi-Wan for a moment. "He betrayed me, and turned to the dark side."

Kena looked down for a second, then grasped the Jedi's hand briefly. "I'm sorry."

Qui-Gon shook his head. "Nothing to be sorry about. Especially from you. Xanatos chose his own path, he wouldn't have let anyone influence him." Qui-Gon stared out of a window for a moment. "I should have seen it coming, though. He always did have an underlying darkness. I suppose I just turned a blind eye." He turned back to her. "But Obi-Wan...he's a completely different story. He has a pure heart, pure soul. He would never betray me to benefit himself."

Kena smiled. "He seems like a good boy. I only wish I could have seen him grow up. It was very hard, you know, to just give him up like that. I had no way to care for him and I thought that the Jedi would be the best thing for him."

Qui-Gon arched an eyebrow. "Do you regret what you've done? Do you regret giving him to the Jedi?"

"I don't know. At times I look at him and just wish that he'd always been with me so I could see him grow. Other times I look at him and see what a wonderful young man he's become under the care of the Jedi. You have given him things that I could never have hoped to give him. Yet, he's in so much danger and at so much risk because of what he is." She shook her head. "It's very difficult. My heart is continuously torn in two."

Qui-Gon nodded. "I would say that I understand, but I can't. I have no way to understand how you feel. But I can sympathize."

Kena nodded and smiled. "The neighbors all thought I was crazy, giving up my only son to a bunch of men who walked around in robes and waved their hands. I'd been desperate, and I was isolated from the community for doing it. Women just could not understand how I could bring myself to do it. They viewed it as an equivalent to dumping the child on a relative, then disappearing, never to be seen again."

Qui-Gon was watching her with a curious expression on his face. He'd brought Force-sensitive children to the Temple before, but he had never been able to speak to one of the parents years later. "It's hard, seeing him grown, when you remember him as an infant."

"Yes. I mean, it's been fifteen years and we've both lead separate, happy, lives. But then he involuntarily flies back into it as suddenly as a sandstorm, blowing everything out of order. He's my son, my first son, and the only son from my first husband. But I barely know him. I haven't been there all his life, so why should I suddenly want to be in control of it now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, ever since you two came, I've been trying to think of ways to get Obi-Wan to stay with us, with his blood family. But it doesn't seem fair. Why should I tear him away from the only family he's ever known just for my own selfish satisfaction?"

Qui-Gon shook his head. "It would be up to him, if you were to ask him."

Kena looked at him in surprise. "You would not prevent him from staying if he chose?"

"No. If he were to choose to stay, I would allow him. It would grieve me, but I will accept anything he chooses to do."

"Even turning to the dark?"

"Not that I would try anything I could to prevent or stop. But I don't truly think he's capable of turning to dark for power. He's not the kind of person who wants power. He just wants to see the job done, for the good guys to win, and for everyone to get justice."

Kena smiled. "Kind of naive."

"No, just very upbeat. He thinks that everyone has a good side to them, though he is learning that some don't."

"The hard truths of the galaxy."

"Yes. Some harder than others. We've seen some cruel things in our journeys."

"I'll bet." She sighed and stood up. "Well, I seem to have said more than I wanted to. Leave it to a Jedi to make me spill out my deepest fears to him," she said smiling. She gazed down at Obi-Wan. "He looks so much like his father..."

"Could you tell me about him?" Qui-Gon asked.

"Oh, look who's curious now," she teased, sitting down again. She stared off into space for a moment, lost in her thoughts. "His name was Jeran. Jeran Kenobi." She smiled at the memory and lifted up her necklace in her hands. She pressed a tiny button on it and a holo suddenly appeared in front of them. It was a holo of Kena and the man Qui-Gon assumed was Jeran. The resemblance between Jeran and his young son were very apparent, sharing the same nose, chin, and face shape. The one thing Obi-Wan seemed to have gotten from his mother were his intense eyes, though they had the laughter of his father's. Kena stared at it for a moment before turning it off.

"That was him?" Qui-Gon asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yes. That was Jeran and I, just before we were married." She looked down at her hands. "He was such a good, kind person. He never hit me or raised his voice. If he was ever angry at me, he would go and sit outside until he wasn't angry anymore. Then he would come inside and apologize, whether it was his fault or not."

She smiled, tears welling up in her eyes at her memories. "He was so happy when our son was born. He was the one that named him Obi-Wan, with meant 'pure light' in his native tongue."

" 'Pure light'? Why did he call him that?"

"Jeran felt, for some reason, that Obi-Wan would become a very important person. A 'pure light' standing out in a time of darkness to guide the lost." She smiled, almost as if embarrassed. "I wanted to name him something different, but Jeran was most insistent."

"I think Obi-Wan Kenobi was a great name. Kind of strong, like him." Qui-Gon smiled when Kena looked up at him. "Do you mind telling me what happened to Jeran?"

Kena shook her head. "No, although you probably already know most of it." She sighed and leaned forward in her seat. "Jeran went out one day to travel to the town you passed through. Our evaporator had broken, and he was traveling to buy the parts that he needed to fix it. I suppose he got distracted by a passing neighbor on a speeder who stopped to talk with him, which happened a lot. He was always very friendly with others. Well, I guess the tribe of Tusken Raiders had been on the move, as they usually are, and ran into Jeran and the neighbor. The sandpeople view this planet as theirs alone, so they were angered at the presence of my husband in their desert."

"They killed him," Qui-Gon finished, his heart going out for the young woman.

"We suppose. The neighbor managed to get away, and only said that he had seen the sandpeople circling around Jeran with gaffi sticks. There was nothing he could have done. So we actually don't know if Jeran died that day or another." She looked down at Obi-Wan. "But he started crying uncontrollably hours before anyone came to tell me the news. I think he felt it."

"It's very possible, especially if he was very close to his father."

"I'm sure he was. Jeran spent so much time with him." She shook her head and stood up. "Forgive me, Qui-Gon, but I suddenly have become very tired."

"It happens. Especially after spilling out your deepest fears and most painful memories," Qui-Gon replied, smiling slightly.

Kena smiled back. "Good night," she said before disappearing through the door into the darkness. Qui-Gon stared at the now empty door frame for a moment, then turned back to his still-unconscious Padawan.