Kijani listened to Obi-Wan’s story with undivided attention, poised and polite as any princess should be. Inside she was reeling. So the Jedi were not just some story, they were real? And Obi-Wan and Adam were part of this group? It was almost too much to take in. If all those things were true about Jedi, and yet the Emperor still decimated them, then what hope did the Rebels have?

No, no, no. She couldn’t think like that. A leader should never show anything but courage in the face of despair. Both of her parents had impressed that upon her from a young age. Kijani nodded as Owi-Wan suggested that she rest some more. 

“Thank you for the information.” She said as judiciously as possible. “I’ll need some time to… truly digest everything you’ve told me.” 

To Adam, she smiled. “Thank you for your hospitality. I don’t need high fashion. I’ve worn a uniform like any other soldier. In fact, I think clothes common to your home territory will help me blend in.” A disguise of some sort was going to be necessary here, lest she be spotted and reported. “That was excellent thinking on your part.” She looked between Obi-Wan and Adam.

“I can’t thank you both enough for what you’re doing for me, and for the Rebellion. I promise, once this is all over you will be rewarded.”