Ben wraps an arm around her as she leans, tilts his head towards her and inhales deeply, bring in the small of her hair along with the smell of an Alderaanian summer: summer flowers and scented trees and the distinctive tang of living Kriin trees.

"Mmmm," he agrees. It's nice to have a breeze that cools, rather than bringing more hot sand.

He doesn't move to eat yet, just enjoys the sensation of sitting here.