Zoey nodded, her laugh soft and low. “Oh, yes.” That it wasn’t just her was... reassuring. She wasn’t imagining things. The reason behind it ought to concern her more. Without consciously thinking about it, she closed the gap between them, placing a hand gently on Obi-Wan’s arm. “I can’t... I don’t know why, though.” She should be questioning that.

But she wasn’t.