#yes i needed another dose of parental cere

[breakfastteatime]

Cool morning air wafts through the ship. Bogano is beautiful at dawn, soft light glancing off the mist. Tea made, blanket over one arm, Cere carries everything outside to where Cal sits, pale in the dawn light, legs swinging over the edge of the cliff. His new lightsaber sits at his hip, hand resting on it.

Calling out his name, Cal looks to her with a smile, accepting the tea with a nod of gratitude. She puts hers down, scans for any nearby boglings he has a habit of petting, then wraps the blanket over Cal's shoulders.

Cere doesn't miss how he huddles under it, wanting for warmth.

Sitting at his side, Cere closes her hand around her own mug just as Cal's head lands on her shoulder. His joy illuminates her, and as she sips her tea with one hand, her other reaches up to run through his hair.

She is so proud of him.