Obi-Wan has no way to respond to most of what she says; anything he can think of, even if he had good intentions in saying it, has the potential to make her sad or angry. Instead, he merely wraps his arms around her for a moment in comfort and understanding. He doesn't like the deception both of them had created, but in the grand scheme of things, it's the lowest on his list of issues. What's done is done, and all they can do now is move forward.

"Your sister's children most probably weren't nearly as Force-sensitive as these two. Which makes them sensitive in general. I remember sometimes as punishment while I was still an apprentice, if we were at the Temple, I was assigned shifts in the creche. It was bizarre to have moments of absolute solitude, only to be suddenly disrupted by twenty infants and small ones all crying at what seemed to be the exact same moment. There was a reason we had 4 Jedi per shift to take care of them all." Truth be told, it often felt like even having twice that many wouldn't have been sufficient.

He'd hated that assignment, even while he'd rather enjoyed playing with the children old enough to verbalize. But now he misses it. And finds he's unbelievably grateful that, no matter how they came to this place, that he gets to once again take care of children.