"Oh," he says. Thank you? I- Thank you.

Don't worry about it. Just bored?

Not used to not doing anything, he responds, feeling like he might've said that before, but not really having an accurate definition for 'bored'.

Nod. Yeah. I can show you some exercises - "exercises" - you can do, if you want? You should get used to it sometime but you're probably not ready yet.

He nods, almost eagerly. That would be good?

All right. Outside, there's not enough room in here for both of us.

He nods, hurries to obey-

No, it's not obeying? Not exactly? He's not sure exactly what it is, but it's something a little different to obeying.

Still, he ends up outside.

Good.

The exercises turn out to be a series of stretches, meant to help the exerciser build awareness of their body; she walks him through each one, pointing out the muscles that they work and what they're called.

It's good to know how your body feels when you're feeling different ways; it can help you figure out what's going on, and once you have enough practice, it can help you change how you feel, too. But you don't need to worry about that yet, just get used to paying attention. Okay?

He follows her guidance and instructions, and nods his understanding at her words. He's not precisely used to moving like this, but once he starts, he manages to fall into something of a rhythm. And seems to be able to gain the same semi-meditative state doing this as he could working in the garden alongside Daisy, or on the house.

Good.

I'm going to let your fire out, okay? To see how it is with this. I won't let you hurt anything.

He's still for a moment, uncertain, unsure.

Then he takes a deep breath, and gives a slight nod. Okay.

And there it goes.

Something in him relaxes as the flames light up. They seem calmer than they previously have, and move smoothly around him, following his movements as he goes through the stretches again.

Very good.

And there's that shy glimmer of pride, and Nova blushing slightly at the praise, a slight smile on his lips.

You really are good at the Force - "Force" - part of this - the thing that lets us be Sith - "Sith". 

He shakes his head a little. It just happens.

Well, yeah. That's what it's like, when you're good at it.

"Oh," he says quietly. I- He pauses, seems to be working his way through something. ...They didn't know anything about this? he seems to be looking for confirmation. Did they?

They really didn't, yeah.

There's something in him that doesn't entirely believe that, but he can ignore it. He smiles, and stretches again, the flames stretching with him. And there's that feeling of pride again. (And a conflicting sense of joy that he's good at something his old Masters wouldn't approve of, and mild horror at that feeling.)

She stretches along with him, keeping in sync, lightning playing along her hands and forearms.

He smiles as he watches that. There's the faintest flicker of fear at how easily that lightning could be used to hurt him, but beyond a moment where his flames flare, he manages to ignore it, and just stay focused on the stretches.

"It's so tempting to show you how to see the Force," she says, when they finish up this set.

"...see the Force?" he asks. "I- you can see it? I- I'm not even- I don't- I- I know it means I can do fire, and you can do...everything you can do. But I don't- get what it is?"