Jacen sets the glass down carefully, not quite trusting himself to have enough strength yet, and turns to look at Obi-Wan, nodding gratefully. “Thank you.” And, almost as an afterthought, he adds, with a small smile, “Sir.”

He watches as the older man moves around the hut; he doesn’t have to reach out with the Force to feel how calm and unfazed Obi-Wan is, all things considered. “And I’m sorry for the trouble. I’ll be on my way as soon as I’m able.”

Right, he tells himself, wincing inwardly. As if it’s that easy. With the Yuuzhan Vong war in full force, it’s not going to be easy finding transport. He doesn’t even know where he has to go — because, accepting his death to be inevitable, he didn’t even bother to ask Ganner for his family’s whereabouts when they’d met.