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The truth was, Cody would have liked nothing more than to tell his General that he and many of his vod’e were telepaths. Keeping his thoughts and feelings locked down tight all the time around General Kenobi was far more exhausting than he had expected and he knew he wasn’t always doing a very good job at it.
Right now was a really good example. In the midst of battle, his awareness and those of his men frequently became somewhat… tangled. It created a sort of supremely useful situational awareness, far beyond any intel that could be provided over coms. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that his mind (their mind) kept trying to reach out to tie in his General. His vod’e gently batted him back when they sensed this, all of them determined to keep the one secret that might allow them as a people to survive the war.
Cody didn’t know why his mind was being so stupid about this. Yes, his General treated them with far more respect than their trainers had suggested he would. Cody didn’t quite know how to be friends with a nat-born but it seemed like the General wanted to be his. Kenobi was so careful with him, with all of them. He sought out their company, and brought them as many new and un-warlike experiences as he could. He had gotten them access to libraries and supplemented their rations with real food, whenever possible. He joined in their diversions when invited. And he never, ever pushed at the secret he must have known they were keeping.
That last one wasn’t Cody’s thought. He suspected it had maybe come from Boil, who had some distance from the situation that Cody didn’t. Boil was certain, their General knew they were keeping something from him.
Waxer reached out and batted Cody’s thoughts back to the battle at hand, keeping Cody from once again futilely reaching for their General’s mind.