A prickle distracted her as she finished securing both Shai-Hulud, a wash of urgency, as if granules of sand were irritating the collar of the stillsuit she no longer possessed. She glanced up and over the landscape, searching. There it was again, an echo, familiar and--

That.

That was Obi-Wan Kenobi Jed-Eye.

She moved, flashing past people she knew, people she did not know, her target in the forefront of her mind. Fast. Fastster. Arha wasted no movement as she turned the corner sharply and dropped to her knees next to Obi-Wan Her displeasure was near palpable as her hands tingled and burned.

She did not like this.

"You have made a mess, Obi-Wan Kenobi Jed-Eye," she snapped, her jaw tight as she plaid her hands over the worst damage. She could almost see it, as if the wounds were pulling her in, pulsing bright orange-red where they needed her attention the most. "Did you forget how to dodge?"

Her palms ached and she concentrated, hissing softly as she worked on trying to stop the bleeding both with the pressure of her hands and with the burning power she likened to a desert storm. It was a healing thing, though the last time she had used it was to absorb and destroy. Now it was roaring and she pushed against the Force gently.

Please.

His blood was brilliant red against her hands, now, and through her sharply focused world, it hissed a warning. She would need Luke...and the young one. They could aid her, though she could feel the Force spreading up her arms already as if it, too, was trying to pull her in.

She reached with her mind.

Jed-Eye. You are needed here.

"You need practice," Arha murmured, her words coming in tight spurts of concentration. "Perhaps. I shall. See to such."