“And you were right.” There was a touch of teasing to her voice, underlined with a note of seriousness made all the more noticeable by her actually admitting that he was right. She shivered again; he had been close, so close to being wrong.

The stiff posture and formal tone in front of others was so very... him, and the rush of warm fondness that followed was enough to chance away the lingering cold of the realisation of just how close she had come to becoming one with the Force.

And then he pressed something into her hand.

Oh.

He’d kept it. She looked down at the warming crystal in her hand for a long moment, before pressing it back into his hand and curling his fingers around it. “Hold onto it for me just a little longer.” She offered him a crooked smile and a half-shrug. “I don’t have any pockets.”