“Where are you taking me Master Yoda?” Qui-Gon sighed, as if he
didn’t already know where the old troll was leading him.

This was one of several halls that lead to the Initiates wings. ‘He’s
going to try and foist a padawan onto me again.’ He thought dryly
even as he ignored the dull ache inside him at the thought of letting
someone that close to him again.

“Someone for you to meet I have. Young. Strong. But damaged like
you.” Yoda was never one to mince his words when he wanted to make
a impact.

“Master…I am not taking another padawan.”

“Meet him you will. Good it might do you to meet him.” Yoda
nodded to the master in charge of the wing and lead Qui-Gon in.

“Master Yoda, you here to see Obi-Wan again?” The Mon Calamari
glanced at Qui-Gon with a tiny frown then back to the grandmaster.

“We are, where is he?” Yoda looked over the younglings as if he
could spot the mop of red hair he was looking for.

“He and Bant are out in the gardens. She said he needed to get some
more sun and helped him out.”

‘Helped?’ Qui-Gon frowned a bit at that, was this Obi-Wan injured?

“Thank you Master Al-Jord.” Yoda hobbled away and Qui-Gon offered
the master a bow before following, once again noting a deeper frown
on her face as Qui-Gon followed Yoda out. It was almost as if the
master didn’t want Qui-Gon to meet this Obi-Wan.

“Is something wrong with this Obi-Wan master Yoda?” He asks
quietly and the old troll sighs quietly in return.

“Injured Obi-Wan was, attack on the creche children a few years
back when left unattended.” Yoda stopped to tap at the floor with
his grimer stick then looked up at Qui-Gon again. “Blinded he was
by acid, learned to see through other means he had to but struggle he
does.”

Qui-Gon blinked and followed the grandmaster when he continued
walking into the garden, finding a mon calamari Initiate sitting with
a redheaded boy.

The young boy had a cane resting across his lap and was talking
quietly with his friend, a small smile on his scarred face. The scars
were deep and a soft shade of pink from healing and treatment but
they made Qui-Gon’s stomach turn as it was obvious how painful they
must have been, especially for a child.

The mon calamari noticed them approach and looked to Qui-Gon with
surprise before getting up. “Obi master Yoda is here to see you
and…a friend. I’ll come get you later okay?”

“I can get around quite fine on my own Bant, you don’t have to
guide me around.” The redhead sighed before smiling, turning his
head towards Yoda. “Master Yoda.”

“Hello younglings.” Yoda chuckled softly and stopped in front of
Initiate. “A friend to meet you I have brought. Master Qui-Gon
Jinn.” The green troll quickly prodded him in the shin and Qui-Gon
bowed and offered his hand in greeting before realizing the child
wouldn’t be able to see it.

“A pleasure to meet you master Jinn.” A small hand catches his,
perhaps guided by his senses or perhaps by the Force as Obi-Wan holds
on tightly. Whatever it is, Qui-Gon feel’s a warmth inside of him as
he kneels down slowly and grasps the little hand with both of his,
feeling droplet shaped scars on the back of the little hand in his.

“I think youngling…the pleasure is all mine.” He offered
quietly, watching milky green eyes widen in surprise and then
curve in pleasure.