[Ezra's been sleeping very lightly this month, the constant light of the moon stirring in his blood as it does. Still, it takes him a moment to orient, once he snaps awake, and then scramble to open the window to his room to peer up, as well a reach to check in the Force.]
...everything ok?
[Even as he asks, he notes the feeling of distinctly good moods. Oh. Well. The polite thing to do is tuck his mental 'feelers' away and let his question be answered out loud.]
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...everything ok?
[Even as he asks, he notes the feeling of distinctly good moods. Oh. Well. The polite thing to do is tuck his mental 'feelers' away and let his question be answered out loud.]