Hearing that he thought Galen would be glad that Obi-Wan was here, and that they could take care of each other, caused Claire's throat to tighten with a surge of emotion. She believed him, of course. She knew without a doubt that Galen would be relieved to know that his trusted mentor was there to watch over her but also for an entirely different reason.

"We can." She nodded, reaching out to touch his arm with a gentle squeeze. "But first, I should show you something."

Turning, she looked over to where a little boy was sitting on a chair against the wall. He was sitting with his legs crossed on his seat, his hands resting lightly on his knees as he watched everyone with a quiet expression. His hair was a soft sandy brown and his eyes were nearly a definite match (maybe just a shade or two darker) for her own but the quiet demeanor? The look on his face? Nearly everything else about him? Definitely all belonged to his father.

"We named him Ben." She murmured softly, looking over at Obi-Wan.