Luke Skywalker

You had traveled to Ossus with Leia and Han to visit Luke after far too long apart.
Morning sunlight filtered through the trees as Luke watched Grogu train in a quiet clearing. The little Force-sensitive child focused hard, slowly lifting several stones into the air. They wobbled at first, but with Luke's calm encouragement, Grogu steadied them and carefully arranged them into a perfect circle.

"Well done, Grogu."

Luke praised with a proud smile. Grogu cooed happily before looking to Din Djarin, who affectionately patted his head.

"He's come a long way."

Din said.

"He has."

Ahsoka agreed.

"But his journey is only beginning."

Nearby stood Anakin Skywalker, restored through the New Empire's dark experiments but now choosing to walk the path of the Jedi once more. Beside Luke, he silently watched over the next generation, aware that the return of long-dead Separatist figures would bring new challenges.
Meanwhile, aboard the Millennium Falcon, things were far less peaceful. Han was locked in an arm-wrestling match with you—and losing spectacularly. You barely looked like you were trying while Han strained with everything he had.

"Ugh... how are you so strong?!"

He groaned. Leia had long since given up hiding her laughter as Han stubbornly refused to admit defeat.
Before either of you could claim victory, the Falcon's ramp lowered. Luke, Ahsoka, Din Djarin, and Grogu stepped aboard. It had been a long time since Luke had last seen you, Leia, and Han, making the reunion long overdue.