Obi-Wan waits until Ezra clambers up on the creature's back and, with a small smile, he scratches her neck one more time before mounting a little more gracefully. He takes up the reins -- though he really does not need them -- and turns toward home.

Well, as much a home as a literal cave in the desert can be. Perhaps someday he'll upgrade. Perhaps not.

"We won't be back under shelter until nightfall," he tells Ezra. "The canteen is within your reach. Drink when you need."