Sleep is just beginning to settle in when there's a small noise, audible enough given the pervasive silence of the room. A slurping sort of sound.

Staring up at Ahsoka from the floor is...well, something that looks very much like Master Yoda.

If he were a baby.

The Child is holding a small cup; steam rises from the bone broth within. He watches her nonchalantly and takes another sip, entirely unbothered.