Chirrut follows, more slowly.

"You are still being punished?" He asks as he takes his seat, his tone doleful. He doesn't dare voice dissent (he has been given more grace already than he has earned), but... it grinds on him that it is so.

"Speaking of which..." There is pain grating in his tone, but he bears it. He must. It's of his own making. "Eiko, we will need to see which of the other Guardians can take up your training. At least for the next little while."