Luke's words pull a teasing grin from Obi-Wan, but he's sensed Luke's confusion, and so refrains from looking at him as he responds, giving him the illusion of privacy, if nothing else. "Spoken like every master Jedi who had the misfortune of teaching me."

"Until you came along, my 'immediate' was a whole lot of sand and waiting. Something I think you might be familiar with, if--" he stops himself though, and shakes his head. He really isn't fishing for information on the future - and that's what they're skirting around, isn't it, as unlikely as it seems at first - but mentioning Owen Lars's absolute refusal to let him teach Luke, something he doesn't imagine the other man will let up on unless circumstances become extremely dire.

"I suppose you're right, though. The immediate would be, getting out of the sun, and seeing to that leg. I'm not much of a healer, sadly. You'll have to stay off it for a while, or risk limping for the rest of your life."