"Must you talk? It does you little good," Arha growled, lifting her eyes to glance at Luke for a moment. "Luke. Do you remember. The Observation deck? I need your hands. The little upset Jed-Eye. If he does not. Rip down the. Ship first. Come. Put your hands." She swallowed, wrestling with both the Force and her own healing ability. "Give me your hands, both of you. Now."

She shot Obi-Wan a look that was concerned and annoyed all at once.