Luke slid the knife into its sheath and buckled the whole onto his belt, behind his lightsaber. Getting a regular arsenal going here, he thought, brushing the carved hilt with his fingers. It felt comforting to him, somehow. "May the Force be with you too, Arha." There was the weight of something between them, in that moment of silence after he spoke, a weight that could have been filled, but after it passed he bowed his head to her again and turned away, rejoining the group waiting to leave.