They're close to the tea house. Kanan can smell the tea and hear the conversations. He doesn't want to cause a scene that embarrasses Ezra (mostly), but he hears the little bit of that lost boy they found stealing their stolen crates that first day on Lothal in that longing, that uncertainty, that sense that perhaps he's wishing for something he shouldn't even wish for.

Kanan pulls his arm away to spread both arms wide in front of Ezra. It draws some attention but not too much, so far as he can sense. His voice stays quiet, for all it's boisterous and teasing.

"Here's your dead master walking out of the sea to find you frozen as a statue and bringing you back to yourself," Kanan says, "I don't know how much more of a sign you need. If this isn't it, you're never going to find it."