Chirrut sighs in relief, taking the offered balm. He's not alone, and that is... that is the best thing, right now. He cannot imagine riding this out alone.

Reassured, he harnesses his habitual irritation at what others might see as weaknesses, and uses it to do his best to control his shaken nerves, to ignore the aching gaps across the universe.

"No, we need to know. I..." He stops, with a grimace. Then he swallows hard and sacrifices his pride to the greater good.

"I need help to get there. I can't focus."