Master Sheotar's smile is only as warm as it ever manages, but her caring flares in the Force.

"Your father is a stubborn man, Ibani. Both of them are. They will be fine, given time to rest and recover."




Chirrut only rouses, fitfully, once already in the infirmary. They have him pinned to the bed, still wary until he can prove he's done - there was one year he hadn't been worn down, but struck down early in the fight.

That'd been an exciting day.

"Baze?" He murmurs, slurred.