"Master, that crazy Mandalorian again?" Fleur looked at her Master with wide eyes, many emotions on them. "He only brings trouble." Fleur mumbled to herself.
Yaddle looked back at her with knowing eyes, "And yet, always a smile for him you have, Padawan."
Fleur blushed, "He's a good fighter, and...funny as well...I guess, and the soldiers like him, but he...so, ugh!" she almost stomps her foot as she used to do at the Temple when they would refuse to give her a second helping of crepes.
Yaddle chuckled quietly to herself, "And even then, quickened your heart is, when you see him, hmm"
Fleur turned terrified eyes to her Master, her blush both shame and fear now, she was relieved to see her eyes understanding and warm as they always were for.
"600 hundred years I may have, but blind I am not, my young Padawan."
"Master, the Code..."
"Bah!" Fleur was surprised when her Master beat her stick on the ground, as she did on the rare occasions one of the older Jedi said something that displeased her, "the Code, the Code. The Jedi the Force serve, not stone and paper!" She gestured around them, at the Republic base quickly being built in the middle of the forest moon, "Look around you, the Force alive is, it's in you, in me and even in him." she pointed at the distance and Fleur had to work to not smile at seeing that idiot.
There he was, talking with Captain Jen, without his helmet, again, with that stupid messy hair blowing in the wind, and he turned to look at her with those expressive bright green eyes and that insufferable smuggler grin he learned from his mentor, Harry gave them a jaunty wave.
"The Force you should follow, my Padawan, and led astray you won't be." her Master finished as they approached and the young Mandalorian received her Master with the perfect Jedi bow taught at the Temple and her with a smug smile and a curtsy from her homeworld reserved to nobility.
Damn him.