Hera lets out a breath, and thanks Tsedec before the door slides shut again. After having lifted herself just enough to nod before Tsedec left, she lowers herself back down against the mat, still facing Kanan, trying to get comfortable again.

But even if she manages that, she's doubts she'll be able to get to sleep anytime soon. There's still tension in her shoulders, she can feel her heart beating just too fast. She tries a few more deep breaths.

"They really helped us there," Hera says, her voice still quiet. "The Jawas. If the Tuskens had found us, they might've killed everyone."