Bodhi comes back with a basket of food, Kyber's head poking out of the lid, chewing on a twist of the wicker.

"Myrrh's fur sparks a little when you stroke her in the dark." He unpacks, pouring Galen a large glass of water, cold and clean. He offers Galen the glass with that ritual sharing of Jedhean habit.

He pours himself one and takes a small sip before pulling out the warmed bottle of milk for Kyber. Who pounces on it, greedily.