Back in the tent of ice, with two very intense Bene Gesserit stares on him, Obi-Wan closed his eyes. What did these two women expect of him, he wondered. In the darkness within and without himself, Obi-Wan breathed deep and measured, and found in the touch of the Force within him his comfort, like a the bright blue glow of his Lightsaber. Like the Lightsaber...ah. That was it, then. A fellow Jedi had once told him something, and it stuck in his mind, now as more true than ever.

"The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Jedi..."

From the heart of himself, Obi-Wan drew a tendril of power, a seeking vinelet of the Force, like the roots of a water-hungry plant, and directed the power down his arm, to where his fingers curled around Arha's. There was a barrier there between them, but life will always persist and so the root strengthened; no longer slender seeker, now it was the rockbreaking taproot.

"...The Jedi is the crystal of the Force. The Force is the blade of the heart..."

And the barrier parted in a thousand tiny holes, like the egress of a membrane, like the space between molecules of air, the thousand breathing mouths of a leaf. With care, Obi-Wan grew this power around hers, and channeled it through himself. Like a focusing crystal purified and controlled the energy from the power conduit in a Lightsaber, Ben made easier and more pure the passage of the Force to Arha, by his own capabilities. He knew the energy would be returned to him. Many people saw a Lightsaber and the hilt it came from, and assumed that the battery within must be efficient beyond their wildest dreams. Not so. A Lightsaber was a loop, and gave back nearly all it's power when in use.

"...All are intertwined: the crystal, the blade, the Jedi. You are one."