She's been going about it in much the same way, honestly. He had as good as told her it was unlikely he would come to her for anything so she hadn't expected friendly chats, occasional visits for tea. After she hadn't heard a word from him about his room after she asked for it to be changed, it wasn't hard to take the hint.

But the thing about him being on the deck is that that's still where she goes to practice with her staff, and now that she's stopped listening cor him through the Force, she doesn't notice him there when he doesn't speak up.

He might recognize the drill she starts, slower to focus on strength and poise rather than brute force, but it's also the one he had found her doing years ago for him, months for her, when it had started to rain and he had been unable to stay away.

She gets through about a quarter of the moves before she turns and spots him. She goes still then, stares in surprise, and then lowers her staff. What now? They've seen each other, made eye contact. She ducks her head, weighs her choices, and finally her feet carry her forward.

"You look like you've been camped out here for awhile," she says, nodding at the cigarette butts littering the ground around him.