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Outside, Ben can hear the Ewoks of Bright Tree Village. He knows if he were to return to the balcony which encircles the massive redwood where Rey’s lofted hut resides, he would see them reveling outside their homes, and many meters down below, on the forest floor. He saw carved pumpkins everywhere on his way up to her hut, and the mouth-watering aroma of their annual Hallowe’en feast hangs in the air, savory and spicy.

“You’re not in costume,” he says, nervous, tipping his chin towards her simple linen attire, “the Ewoks can’t be happy about that.”

“I make a mean Shesharilian vodka and blumfruit juice mixer,” she replies, paying no mind to his observation as she turns towards a shelf by the hearth, on the far end of the hut.

He shrugs, discontented and doubting his decision to come here; stepping back out onto the balcony, he leans over its wooden balustrade. Sure enough, the Ewoks– dressed up as ghosts and hanadaks, Jedi knights and scarecrows– are drinking and dancing around their fires. Merry music drifts among the towering redwoods, and from somewhere far away, a young Ewok exuberantly cries out, “Hallowe’en!”

“Here,” says Rey, appearing at his side with two glasses of an indigo-colored beverage. “And to answer your question–the Ewoks leave me to my business, and I leave them to theirs.” He takes one of the drinks, and when she raises hers towards him for a toast, he does the same.

“What will we drink to?”

And then, at last, she meets and holds his gaze. The conflict he thought he’d find there is missing; what he sees instead, what he feels through the ever-present bond, is warm humor, is acceptance, is forgiveness.

“Hallowe’en,” she jokes. He wouldn’t be able stop himself from smiling even if he wanted to, but before he can reply, she sobers, saying: “No, I mean it. To Hallowe’en. Not this one, though… the next one.”

He clinks his glass with hers, then looks back to the carousing Ewoks. “Will you wear a costume, then… if I’m still around?”

“We’ll wear costumes, Ben,” she tells him. “And you will be.”