Baze sees the embrace coming, but it's too late for him to do anything about it. He wants to return it, but his collarbone flares with pain from the squeezing of his shoulders, bringing tears to his eyes. "Oh, ow, Chirrut, ow," Baze says, laughing through it. He bites his bottom lip. "Let go, I'm still injured."

He's still wearing a foot brace, too, though his ears have healed.