[There's only one conclusion that Ezra can draw from that sentence. Qui-Gon really does want Ezra to grow moss. Ezra only barely refrains from groaning now.
Barely.
Maybe not entirely successful.
What has he gotten himself into here?
His own drop to the ground isn't quite as graceful, more the sulky, boneless maneuver that teenagers are all pretty good at doing. Nonetheless, once he's kneeling, he at least makes the effort to close his eyes and sit up.]
Are we meditating on anything specific? Or just...?
[He doesn't want to say emotional control in case Qui-Gon doesn't already have that idea.
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Barely.
Maybe not entirely successful.
What has he gotten himself into here?
His own drop to the ground isn't quite as graceful, more the sulky, boneless maneuver that teenagers are all pretty good at doing. Nonetheless, once he's kneeling, he at least makes the effort to close his eyes and sit up.]
Are we meditating on anything specific? Or just...?
[He doesn't want to say emotional control in case Qui-Gon doesn't already have that idea.
(Yeah, he's pretty sure that's a fool's hope.)]