Fragments of the Galaxy

“Kriff, Obi-Wan, if I...” She touched her tongue to her lips and drew more deeply on the Force. “If I let myself rest, if I release the Force... I don’t...” She doesn’t know what will happen. Can she afford to be incapacitated, however briefly, during their attempt to clear her name?

But she doesn’t have the energy to spare for arguing with him, either. And she knows him, knows that once he’s set his mind to something he’s every bit as stubborn as she is. So she, for once, gives in, sinking wearily down on the bunk.

And she lets go of the Force.

She all but collapses back, her strength gone, breath coming in unsteady, hitching gasps. She’s dizzy, and shaking, and kriff, she hurts.