Hera's voice drops deeper as the verses continue, as the searcher, having looked everywhere for their beloved, cries out into the nightlands, walks through the darkness, walks without direction, without sight, only desperation to drive them. They lose their way, their sight, anything else they can feel of themselves to the night, until left only with jainet jainet - your name, your name

When Gobi and Numa join in the chorus again, the words don't sound forlorn anymore. A hot anger kindles beneath their voices, driving the beat, their clapping and stomping gradually faster.

And at last, the searcher sees their beloved, and Hera knows from each different time she's heard it, to let her breath shake as it tries to keep up, to break up the words as she inhales.

I call to you I call to you
and you know me no better than I do

Cham Syndulla's expression doesn't change, but he leans in, and joins into the final, furious chorus. I will see you safe again