As they walked through the Temple, Obi-Wan held the hand of his crèchemaster tightly and resisted the urge to duck his face into her soft robes and hide there. He didn't want to go to the Halls of Healing, but he didn't have a choice. [Or: young Obi-Wan has a hard week, and Vokara Che tries to make it a little better.] →OneShot →3519 Words →Completed →Obi-Wan is literally my soft and sweet baby and I will kill everyone if anything happens to himAll Rights Reserved