"I didn't," he admitted, with a faint smirk, and while he didn't say it, he knew she could feel how grateful he was to her, for not giving up on him.

"I doubt they gave the possibility much thought," he said, shifting his grip on her wrist, his thumb brushing along the lines of her palm. "Dyads are exceptionally rare."

He kissed the heel of her palm, pressing his face there for a long moment.

"The Sith foretold of it, not the Jedi. They were obsessed with it. With the power a dyad could possess."