"All healed up," Eiko murmurs, watching him. She pedals backwards to get back to her stool, unwilling to turn her back on him. Her frame is as tense as his is.

Baze sees the exchange between them and sighs through his nose. He knows Chirrut and he both damaged Eiko's trust in them, and will have to rebuild it--which will take time. But they all have time.

"Come now, Chirrut," he says, clapping his friend on the back with the ease of their many years of friendship. "The tea is going to get cold."

Baze crosses to his stool and settles his bulk on it. "Master Sheotar has been considering putting us all on cleaning duties again. Specifically, all the mats and floors in the training hall."