A young, 6-year-old Jan hugs Jedi Master Shaak Ti's leg. //missed me?\\
Furrowing her brows she crouched down, gently prying his arms from her legs and smiled softly. “Hello, youngling. Has somebody lost you?”
“No. I just needed a hug.”
“Then who am I to defy you, young one.” She smiled and softly pulled him closer in a hug.













