Obi-Wan’s barely gotten Jacen seated when the younger man allows himself to fall into a healing trance, trusting that he’s safe for the time being. He opens himself up to the Force, letting it fill him, revitalize him; the pain he can still take, but he’s well aware his body’s reaching its limits.

He begins to go still. He feels the cool cloth on his head, and later on the glass of water in his hand. He surfaces from his trance, just enough to do as he’s instructed, sipping the water gratefully.

Then he leans back against the chair and back into the Force’s embrace, drawing from it once more, like drinking water. But he lifts his head a little to look at the older man, curiousity in his eyes. He’s not quite sure — he just might be delirious — but for a moment there it‘s like he could feel his rescuer, burning bright and strong in the Force.