The men pinning Chirrut take it as a command, and haul Chirrut to his feet. He doesn't speak, his head hung low as they force him forward, toward the infirmary. He doesn't pick up his head when the whispering starts, a slowly growing crescendo that will ring through the temple before too long.

When they reach the infirmary, Master Sheotar is there, stony-faced. At a look the Guardians release Chirrut, and goes to his knees, then lower, bowing his face to the floor.

"Guardian Malbus, Acolyte Eiko, how do you fare?"