Kijani squeezed Adam's hand and exhaled deeply. "Right. There's always another path." Sometimes, she felt like Adam was a rock in a storm. Someone worth holding onto. He was her friend and teacher, but she'd not given thought to what her own heart felt about him, yet. Too much to do, too many people to manage. A Rebellion to run. It was hard to find space for even the thought of relationships. 

Kijani looked out the ship window as they breached the atmosphere and not much seemed to change. It was foggy, and gray, and looked dismal. "...had I known that Dagobah looked like this, I would have brought a sun lamp..." But no, they had traveled very light. Adam had explained how simple Jedi used to live in the past, and that they should try to replicate that while training. To say that it was an adjustment for Kijani was understating things. She did not like it. But - if it meant becoming a Jedi, she would deal.

"There. I think that's a good patch of ground." There was a clearing in the thick mist, and what looked like solid ground beneath. "Maybe put the ship down there?"