It illuminates Obi-Wan's face, the gold bathing his cheeks and enriching the richness of the auburn hue of his beard and hair. He smiles in that warmth, impressed and respectful. And then he brings up two fingers of his own, turning his hand so the palm is towards him, his fingers curled gently as if to beckon the ligth onwards.

But at the same time he reaches out in the Force, feels the way it flows around and through both men and the light between them, gently reaches out and takes the light as if he's been handed something precious to hold, floating it slowly towards him.