Out of the corner of his eye, the edges of his senses, Ezra clocks Master Kenobi being hit with some sort of wave of emotion, although he doesn't have the context to grasp the specifics. Well, a measure of awareness of emotional landmines the adults in his life carry - especially the survivors of the Purge -is nothing new. He simply files that observation away, keeping his focus on the beast.

His touch in the Force is light; he's not really trying to persuade, merely checking in, with the side benefit of grounding himself more in the Living Force. She snuffles and physically nudges his shoulder gently in return. Satisfied with their accord, Ezra breaks into a tired smile and goes to clamber onto the available space on her back.