Luke followed her, contemplating the surge of energy he'd felt when she'd... moved as she did. It had come to him, in its echoing way, still more wild than the Force was. Not more primitive... but less controllable.

Laying down on the pallet that he'd chosen before, Luke rolled into the blanket and listened to the silence, a blessed relief after the din of the weapons and possessions lockers and the Observation Deck after that. He was tired, exhausted to the core of himself. He missed Ben deeply, missed his sister and Han and even the droids.

With a sigh, Luke sought to quiet his mind in preparation for sleep. It wouldn't be very restful if all that came to him were nightmares.