Other non-Twi'leks look somewhat bemused by this sudden outbreak, but others stomp or even clap along with the rhythm of the song. The pace grows quicker as those singing start from the beginning, and though most of the adults stay seated, the children begin to run and jump again, or rock along with their parents and one another.

It's the kind of thing Hera hasn't seen in a long time. The spontaneous beauty that erupted as tensions ran high after a Separatist raid, before a planned attack, or when supplies were low.

They continue until they run out of words, and there's a smattering of applause, while some of the children continue to echo the chorus. And then, after a few seconds of quiet murmurs, the conversation in the room picks up again. It's all over even quicker than it had begun, but now, the talk is louder, back to as it had been before the Imperials walked in.

Hera glances back at Kanan, pressing her lips together as though she could possibly hide her smile.