Obi-Wan had felt an unJedilike sense of relief when he'd seen Ezra at the meeting. He didn't even try to scold himself for it, balancing it instead against the pinch of grief that came with the thought of Nari. Ezra had done the right thing, keeping his focus on the meeting and on interacting with some of the others gathered in the room with them.

Lost to his thoughts, Obi-Wan looked up with a blink when the young man joined him, awkwardly pausing before he caught up with what Ezra was suggesting.

"Ah. Yes. Wouldn't hurt to stretch my legs," it was a bit of a rambling response, but he set down the smeared vegetable and looked for a trash receptacle for his plate.