Scout's dæmon becomes a purple, mammalian falcon-analogue and hops up to glide to her wrist. She runs her fingers down his tail.

"That sounds nice too," she says, because she doesn't know what else to say. Jedi hold communal property and don't usually collect much in the way of personal effects. Ash treated that way would mostly end up housed with lightsabers. Maybe scattered in the Temple. "Sorry to get you down so early, Papyrus."