"Magic in the same sense as you'd know it?" Kanan shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Probably none. I..."

He tapered off, eyeing Peter for a few moments, and then heaved a sigh. His hand reached up to run through his hair. Usually pulling his hair back stopped him from making that stupid gaffe, but there he was, with his fingers to the knuckles in chestnut hair, and nowhere to go because of the hair-tie.

Damn it.

"I have other things I can fall back on. No fancy lightning fingers, though."