The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley, or, rather, often go awry.

Eiko beams at them as they enter, rising from her seat to cross to them. She's still wary in her approach, as if drawing near to a wounded animal, but she makes the effort. "Welcome, teacher. Good timing. The tea is still warm," she says gently, wrapping her arms around Chirrut. Even her hold is not as tight as usual, and she lets go before he can return the embrace.

"I trust your reflection went well?" she asks delicately, as if she's afraid of the answer.