She made a face at him. “I’ve rested more than enough, Obi-Wan.” Which was both a lie, and simply untrue. She’d spent a chunk of time after Doctor Tam’s timely assistance unconscious, which she suspected that both Obi-Wan AND the doctor wouldn’t count as anything like rest. And she certainly didn’t feel rested. She certainly WASN’T rested.

But her answer remained the same.

The tiredness of his smile hurt, and the memory of dying in his arms was already sharp enough to cut, and she suspected that the same was true for him at the moment, even though time had moved on for him. Without her. She curled her fingers around the hand on her arm and squeezed, gently.