( there's a scar that bisects the side of his face ㅡ a gift from rey during their battle on starkiller ㅡ that's well on its way to healing. the eye, miraculously, surviving despite the violence of the injury.

there's also something else, something cautious, in how he holds himself now. not quite a skitterish fathier, but close. )

I suppose a man that spends his time in the company of Wookiees would develop a robust palate.

( it's not a dig, for all it must sound like one. wookiee cuisine wasn't for the faint of heart — and could be, in some cases, quite lethal to anyone foolish enough to try.

the helmet is set down on the table. ) Sit down, I don't mean you any harm.