Grogu remained still, watching Maser Kenobi work. This was an important tradition, after all, and he gave it the attention it deserved. When it was finished, he looked down, one hand gingerly touching the bottom of the braid. He never imagined he'd actually have one of those. So many emotions churned up within him. Pride at this moment, humility... sadness for his friends who would never share this moment with him. All of it was followed by the desire to share this moment with Din, to show him that he now bore the hallmarks of a Jedi in training.