Grogu was still nervous about returning to the Temple. Yes, he knew it was 900 years in the past, but the memories of what happened were still fresh in his mind. Coruscant had once been a wonderous place for him, full of promise and hope. Now it felt like a tomb. He could sense how Master Kenobi felt, he just wished he could feel the same. Hopefully this visit would change things.

He huddled in Master Kenobi's cloak, glad that the Jedi was keeping him hidden within its folds. It might not be strictly necessary, but it made him feel better. When Master Kenobi addressed him, he hesitantly moved the fabric aside so he could peek out. When his eyes fell upon the Temple, they widened. It looked just the same as he remembered, a beautiful building with spires reaching towards the clouds. He made a small noise, unable to tear his gaze away from it.