Like a mouse on the desert sands, like a little breeze, Sheeana had woven through the battle lines to find Arha. She crouched next to her.

Jedi blood, she found, smelled the same as others. A Bene Gesserit would have been able to staunch this bleeding for herself, forcefully coagulate the bleed to the severed arteries. For a Fremen, the process would have been automatic.

A stabilizing hand on her shoulder (why did Sister Masaari feel different right now?). "Our friends are safe...Just remember the litany." She said quietly before her gaze flicked over to Luke and Anakin. Where those two really going to fight with their wounded comrade right here?