"Adele," he began slowly, "family expectations are no reason to do something that can and will permanently damage your body. You want to dance better, but by wearing your feet bloody like this you're only going to make it worse. The tendons in your ankles are inflamed badly. Do you know what that means in the long term?"

The Jedi paused, his features softening so he didn't come off as lecturing and patronizing. She was still his friend, after all.

"And family expectations are no reason to avoid doing what you enjoy doing. You're a skilled dancer but that doesn't mean you must do that just because your family says so. And there's no reason for you to compare yourself to your sister, you are two different people. I don't compare myself to Leia, or my father."

"Why should you?"