While the young Jedi had grown more resilient during his captivity on Yuuzhan'tar, it was a little too much to ask of his body to hold on after the last string of events — the battle at the Well of the World Brain, the escape, the journey through space, the crash. In fact, he was practically holding himself up through the Force; he didn't want to have to use it in this manner, but he was left with no other choice.

Despite his exhaustion, his instincts flared up as soon as he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a creature making its way through the desert. Towards him. It was definitely a fight or flight moment, and it occurred to him that he would not survive another fight in his current state. He wasn't even sure if he still had his lightsaber, or if it had gotten buried in the sand or in the coralcraft somewhere. Or worse, destroyed.

So he reached out to the approaching creature through the Force, so lightly it was almost imperceptible — and he sensed that it was a man. Yet he couldn't quite make out the stranger's features under the harsh light of Tatooine's suns, nor could he pick up any strong feelings.

Spots beginning to dance in front of his eyes, he was relieved to hear Obi-Wan speak to him in Basic. "Yes, I can." He wobbled a little, but caught and righted himself. "Where to?"