A/n: A one-shot that accidentally became a double drabble. I ended up really liking it, so here you go.

Anakin shuffled into the room hesitantly. He could see Obi-Wan – Master Obi-Wan, he corrected himself – at the table, staring blankly into a cup of pitch-black tea. Quiet grief spilled through the room. Maybe he should come back later… but no. He steeled himself and forced his legs to move toward the bereft man.

"Master, sir?" He wished his voice wouldn't come out so timidly. Obi-Wan turned, shutting away the grief, turning that sad gaze onto him. Eyes that had made him nervous since the day they met. With a gulp, he stretched out his hand. "I made this for you."

Obi-Wan regarded the boy's nervous stance before wordlessly stretching out his hand. Warmth flooded into his chest the moment the rough piece of wood touched his palm. The little pendant was alive with the Living Force. Obi-Wan stared at it in amazement, then looked up at the boy now blushing furiously in front of him.

"It's a mourning totem." He explained quietly. "We give them to the families who've lost someone. That way, they remember not what they've lost, but what they still have. I… I thought you'd like it."

Obi-Wan pulled him into a hug. "I shall treasure it."