It was still crazy to think of Iris as a Jedi Knight, with her own students to tend to. Crazy but warming too, she'd come so far and he couldn't help but feel pride. "What's it like? Teaching another, I mean..." The idea that she hadn't been painting as of late struck him with melancholy, it had been her thing. Was she too busy for it, or was she avoiding it?
Maybe it was something entirely different.
"I like feeling sane too" he chuckled. There'd been a brief moment when he first awoke wherein he felt decidedly, well, insane. Stuck to the schedule of the hospital, unable to move or do much of anything. The day he'd stolen the hoverchair had made all the difference, and seeing Starlin and being brought back home with him was everything he'd needed.
Even if it had admittedly stifled his healing some.
He ate another pudding cup, then lay back in the grass to peer up over the vaulted ceiling that went so high it was impossible to tell they were indoors.
"I wish I could see somewhere else," he muttered to himself, "Somewhere natural. Really natural..." He'd been stuck on a Station for so long, and Coruscant had its nice areas but for the most part it felt like more of the same.