Consciousness began to creep back in, bring with it grogginess and disorientation. The last thing Siri remembered... was being imprisoned. She reacted instinctively, panic fluttering in her chest as she weakly lashed out as best she could with her wrists shackled by the binders, trying to shove off the hand pressed against her mouth. She felt so empty, being cut off from the Force. But she wouldn’t let that stop her.

And then she saw who it was, and stilled, unfocused blue eyes wide as she gasped for breath against his hand. Obi-Wan. It was Obi-Wan. What was he doing?