"Good," Ibani replies, snuggling closer. She's content to just float and BE like this for a while, held in his arms.

After a while, there is a feel in the Force of a small predator, and careful eyes might see a tiny blue furred, horned, Vorn tiger cub stalking through the brush.

The cub crouches in the weeds by Ibani's discarded clothes, fascinated by all the new scents it has never scented before! Its back end wiggles like a house cat about to spring, and it leaps for Ibani's clothes in a pounce!

Ben and Ibani are upwind, so the cub hasn't noticed them, yet.