Ben decided that the whole thing was surprising and not surprising at the same time.

Surprising, because he was in a strange place with no memory of getting there, but there was no sign of kidnappers, glowering guards, or any indication that someone had brought and kept him here by force. Surprising, because the whole place was alive, but the tentacles that held him still while they dressed him were gentle, not the painful, grasping strands of the Embrace. Surprising, because he had woken up covered in nothing but goo, which had definitely not been on his to-do list as the Jade Shadow left Dathomir, and he was pretty sure that the Sith liked more lethal and painful things than “mass quantities of slimy stuff for everyone.”

And yet, somehow it wasn't surprising at all. Protecting worlds and peoples was pretty much the family business.

“Stang,” he grumbled, rubbing at a left-over goo-spot behind his ear, his mind racing a lightyear a second as he tried to remember what had happened to his dad, the Shadow, and the Sith girl. “Why couldn’t you finish the explaining?”