Chirrut rouses, after a few minutes - bleary and half-drugged, he's thinking slow and moving slower. The monitoring equipment around him beeps to itself fitfully while he shifts, trying to settle himself so his aches are a little more easy to ignore.

Wait.

Something woke him up.

Something was important.


He lolls his head in her general direction, frowning muzzily.

"Ibani?"