Baze skids to a stop in front of the pair. He's quite the sight, with a bacta patch on his nose and bruises all up and down his arms, but at least all the blood is cleaned off. He catches Master Sheotar's eye and nods.

"Ibani, thank the Force you're still here," Baze says, kneeling down to offer her a hug. "I'm so sorry that we worried you."