[h3]Ben Solo[/h3]

[color=red][I]Days...[/I][/color] he repeated to himself. 

[color=red][b]" Has it really been that long?"[/b][/color] His thought escaped from this thin lips. 

He was certain after some pondering that she was right. He hadn't [I]truly[/I] focused on the Force since his shivering encounter with the dark-warrior in his visions. It was a nightmare that he would need to face eventually, that much he knew, but... but he was afraid to. And it was necessarily something he could discuss with Odd. Embracing emotions wasn't the way of the Jedi; Jedi sought peace not followed after ghosts. 

Ben sought to rouse his face from the somber expression that painted it as he smirk and adopted a jolly tone. [color=red][b]" You're right! I should meditate... its been way to long. In the meantime, instead of cooking... I think you should join me. Remember when we were looking for that map last week... when we melded in the Force. Let's try it again."[/b][/color] 

Obviously or not, hopefully not, Ben was asking for her support. If he faced that visage again... that thrumming call towards a destiny he couldn't quite grasp; he wasn't sure what he'd do. That dark armor... that hollow breath. Ben shook just thinking about it. 

He hurried to the minimalistic side of the room and sat down on the cold durasteel. He had a odd way of sitting when meditating; his leg was stretched as if admiring the sunset on the shores of an ocean planet, his head lowered, his eyes closed. Awkwardly he held his hand out for Odette to grasp, a quaint smile on his face from the anticipation of feeling her skin on his. 

[color=red][b]" I don't have all day, Odd."[/b][/color] He spoke her name tenderly, almost as soft as his mom had said his own.