The thing about being a Jedi is that sometimes -- not often enough to rely on, not often enough to stake everyday choices on, but sometimes -- you get a feeling about what you need to do next.

Waiting for word from Hera was killing all of them, because a contact delay of days usually means something has gone supremely shuura-shaped. But she can take care of herself. He knows that.

They all know that. But they've got to keep busy in the meantime, doing their own work, the missions she left to them to do while she went on this one. Except --

Kanan finds himself volunteering them for a resupply foray to Batuu, splitting off from the crew while they load up to take a little walk. They let him go because, quite honestly, his fretting has been getting on their nerves. And now --

Now he's looking up from his own drink, in his own darker corner, searching the room for --