War Doc
All of Jalen's worries had faded away. There were always a handful of things on his mind, from flames to flamboyant strangers looking to bother him, but everything fell away when he was in the temple's mess hall. The only thing that mattered in this cantina was the burger plated in front of him. There was nothing quite like a warm burger. It was the only thing Jalen looked forward to in his day aside from the regular visits he made to his brother Jasper. The sensation of sight may have been long gone, but Jalen was locked onto it's warm, radiant aura.
He was sitting alone in the corner of the cantina, as he usually did. Making friends was always a hassle, and the first reaction to people finding out he was blind was usually sympathy. Jalen didn't want to be the kid people felt sorry for. Being on his own could at least spare him the shame. So, there he was. Alone with his burger, just as he would have it. So long as he sat there with his grilled confection, the padawan could comfortably forget about the world.
That was all he needed, right?