The mothkitten in Cal's hand blinks sleepily before burrowing its head against him in an attempt to get more comfortable. He doesn't quite roll his eyes as he carefully juggles BD-1 so that the droid can get up onto his arm and back over his shoulder while trying not to disturb the baby too much.

Merrin certainly has a way of saying things that leave him to puzzle. Cal's brows lift at her mention of Cere, and he can only guess at the context as Merrin continues. He shrugs. "It took some time to get there, but I think anyone would rather make allies and friends over enemies."

He'd started off broken too. He'd even argue he's still on the mend, but then that's probably why he can relate better to those in like circumstances.