It's Ezra who pauses, this time, staring towards the tea house he'd been leading them to, a little ways down and across the street.

"You make it sound so simple," he says, eventually, in soft, pained, but relived wonder. So much of the insecurities, over thinking, tense conversations - the whole knot of it that he's worked himself into since Kanan died, cut clean through with his master's easy assurance.