Obi-Wan adjusted his cloak, stepping onto the landing platform with practiced ease. Anakin followed, hand already resting on the lightsaber at his belt.

He stopped mid-sentence. His head tilted slightly, brow furrowing.

The Force hummed softly around him, a strange pull coming from somewhere deep inside the estate. It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a trap.

Obi-Wan studied him in that quiet, measuring way he always did before deciding whether to argue or trust.

The silence stretched between them, broken only by the whisper of wind across the stone.