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The camera clicks and Greez lowers it. BD trills, demanding a copy, after all these years he's finally learned a little binary. Cere is sitting in the centre of the short arm of the sofa, right below the kitchen table. Her datapad is resting on the table in front of her, the screen showing a playlist of her songs. The music player program is open but off. Her head is tipped back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing soft and slow.
The new little one, Cal's apprentice, -- she's curled up on Cere's right, leaning against her stomach and tucked under her arm. Cal had to find an apprentice just like him, including those green eyes. She is in the corner of the sofa, getting a little more grease, dirt and blood ground into it. Again. Sheesh, these humans need to remember to wash up before running desperately onto the Mantis with bad guys chasing them. The little kid is sound asleep for once, not even stirring when Greeze walked into the lounge, wrapped up in Cal's old orange and yellow blanket, the one that kinda reminds him of a campfire. The one from all the way back to the kid's first night. It should be echo free. I hope?
On Cere's left is Cal, his head resting against her shoulder, his green eyes closed just like his apprentice's. Cere's arm is wrapped around him too. And he's still for once, in the exhausted 'it's been a long day kind of way,' not moving and sound asleep. He doesn't even stir when Greez wraps the big fuzzy green blanket with the white stars around all of them. He swears he can almost see the Force shimmering around all his Jedi, Cere wrapping her shields around all of them, keeping them safe and protected.
He snaps one more picture, for posterity.