"Why not? We seem to have rounded every other corner," That could be cruel, might once have been a more pointed jab, but it's delivered with a tired, gentle sort of smile as Obi-Wan pushes himself into place, "I would have come to you, but-- Well. Sending a letter is more and more risky, these days."

And the crystals are watched; old instincts make him discount them. A tapped transmission might as well be dead. You listen to it for what information there was, if you like, but you never speak, that was how he was trained.

"It's alright. I know this-- the Thaigs, and the Deep Roads, they're hardly a place for your people," The elves, this time, and here is their old game. The people, your people, our people, and mine. His smile quirks sideways at the memory, "I have something important to share with you. But first, tell me, what's happening, how you've been doing? I get reports, I hear it from Rey, when she'll go, but it isn't the same as knowing."