Luke holds his breath a moment, until Ben stops himself, and he's not sure whether he's relieved or disappointed. It'd be nice, after all, to get it out, to have something other than his leg to think about, but he's also not sure yet what his response will be, so it's just as well.

Now the word 'Jedi' is out there, as if there was ever any doubt. But just what else is the other man assuming?

He huffs in irritation and un-Jedi-like impatience at Ben's prescription. He can't afford any lingering weakness, not with his life. And he's eager to hang on to his remaining limbs.

"Meaning you're getting a houseguest, and my ship's repairs are going to take awhile," he grumbles, and then backpedals quickly. "Not that I should assume, I mean... That is, if it's all right--if this is what I think, it's not exactly... safe for me to go anywhere."

In more ways than one.