"You're plenty to have," Luke replied and pulled her up. He used the contact to send Nala flowing between then, a healing torrent of energy that banished the pain and inflammation and left him feeling somewhat depleted for the moment. He sighed heavily and patted her gently on the shoulder. He knew what she was feeling, he could feel her resentment and uncertainty, and he wanted to make it right. She was a child, and he'd spoken far, far too bluntly.

"You've become a part of my family, and you've helped me a great deal. That's plenty for me. Don't put yourself down like that. It's the wrong way to look at life, living in your family's shadow. I didn't, as you know, and it was the hard choice, but my life is better for it. And don't think of yourself as anything less than what you are. You're a fascinating person, and while you may not live up to your family's frustratingly high standards, you've got family here."

Without another word, he pulled Adele in close and hugged her tight, like one might a kid sister.

"And we care a lot about you, you know."