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"Everyone is going to be okay."

He was quieter, but that was because he was slightly less frantic, and was having some success at getting some things put back together. It was actually more difficult for engaging in a conversation himself, but if he could just get Anakin close enough to get him out of here-

He was getting there.

"We have this, Anakin. It's going to be okay."

...he was crying. Not realizing that he was, but he was.

In another time, another life, Anakin had been here with another person loved trying desperately to save him. Tears had been spilt then, too.

Obi-Wan didn't want him to move, physically, but he could still touch him. Without thinking, he reached into the Force, and weak as it was, he still tried to brush away Obi-Wan's tears.

He felt the brush against his face and it made him realize that he was crying, but he didn't waste any time or attention in trying to stop - or do much else. He simply accepted that he was, and worked.

Once he had Anakin put back together enough that he was fairly sure he could be moved at all, Obi-Wan sent a brush of deep warmth and love toward Anakin, but it was carried on the same wave that pushed Anakin's consciousness down and back, sending him not just to sleep but to deep, deep sleep.

He wouldn't risk Anakin feeling pain when he was moved.

He made sure he had his weapon, Anakin's, and after a moment Maul's all tucked away, picked Anakin up and carried him back toward the Maverick. This particular Star Destroyer could wait, getting Anakin back could not. He stayed in contact with Anakin the entire trip toward Alderaan, deeply physically and psychically twined up in him to make sure he fucking well stayed stable, and doing what additional healing he could.

By the time Anakin was handed over to professionals and in Bacta-

Obi-Wan was just about cross-eyed himself from exhaustion.

He didn't want to leave Anakin though, so he didn't. He just sat in a chair and watched the tank that Anakin was suspended in - and waited on Bail.

Bail was both surprised and yet not when he received the message that his assistance was required. Jedi seemed to have a penchant for getting injured. Maybe it was because the last few times it had been Obi-Wan getting hurt, but Bail was surprised it was Anakin this time.

A medical ship was sent out first and he followed when he'd wrapped up his matters on Coruscant.

He found Obi-Wan next to the Bacta tank.

"How is he doing?" He'd read a brief report, but maybe things had changed since reading it while enroute.

He was sprawled in that chair and sprawled further and deeper as Bail walked in. He rolled his head to the side, along the back of the chair, to look at Bail.

"Unless something goes very unexpectedly wrong, he should survive. Anything more, we'll need to assess after Bacta has had some time to work."

"Considering what the report I read said, that is impressive," Bail said. He didn't have nearly as much experience with injuries as former war generals did, but he'd seen enough, knew enough from reading reports, to understand the severity of Anakin's injuries.

"It's moments like this that Jedi seem invincible."

"I wish we were." He'd be a lot less worried about Anakin, if that were the case. "He'll be in there for a while, but he is impressive - and stubborn."

Still not invincible though. "I'm sorry that we keep relying on you this heavily. I know you have enough to do without us distracting you."

"The price of masterminding a rebellion," Bail said. Though he did wonder if things would have been much quieter for him if Obi-Wan had stayed a hermit on Tatooine.

"Forgive what this may imply, but do you need medical attention?" The report didn't say if Obi-Wan needed it, but the man looked like death had dropped him in that chair.

Quieter, yes, though possibly less effective.

Obi-Wan might have preferred staying a hermit on Tatooine, though only if he could keep Anakin. That... might defeat the purpose of hermiting though.

"Hm?" He lifted one eyebrow wearily. "I'm not injured or ill, no. Just tired, and I suppose I could do with a refresher and change of clothing."

Also food and sleep but fuck did he not want to leave Anakin.

"You know, this ship is not that large. If you go use the refresher and change and eat," yes, he noticed that need too, "You can still get back here in case you're needed."

"I know." He didn't want to. "How are Breha and Leia?"

...He would work up to it, probably. Probably even soon. He knew he would know if there was a problem, but.

Just... but.

Bail inwardly sighed. What could you do with a stubborn Jedi?

"They are doing fine... I could stay, here, while you go get food," Bail offered.

"No. When I go to find food I am taking you with me." Why? Don't ask him to spell that out, he doesn't have the mental capacity to do so well. He gripped the arms of his chair and leveraged himself to sitting upright, paused there and then made himself get to his feet.

Awareness of Anakin in the force - not that ANakin's presence was very clear at the moment - would continue.

"Of course." Bail didn't need to hear Obi-Wan explain why the man wanted his company.

"I'll show you the way to the mess," Bail said, already turning towards the door.

"I think it might be far more kind to everyone involved if you didn't take me to the mess while I'm a mess. It won't take me long to clean up with a sonic refresher if you can point me to one of those."

Then he could go to get food. With Bail.

"I will show you the way to quarters you can use while you're here." This would not be a quick trip for Obi-Wan and Anakin.

They were going to be here for long enough that he didn't object to being assigned quarters though odds of him for using those quarters for more than getting clean and catching his clothing were slim to none.

At least until Anakin was at least on the road to recovery.

"That's fine," he agreed, and ... stood but did not make any attempt to head toward the door first. He was going to follow, dammit.

Bail took the lead and showed Obi-Wan to the quarters assigned to him.

"There is an observation room just up the corridor, I will wait there for you. Take all the time you need."

He nodded his thanks, went through the quarters and straight to the refresher. He wasn't in there long at all - long enough that when he emerged he was clean, yes, but not any longer than that.

"All right. Now on to food."

He was - uneasy but maintaining awareness of Anakin helped. Even if he had to keep reminding himself that he would know.

While Obi-Wan was busy, Bail comm'ed the officers to request the mess be empty for the next little while, when he and Obi-Wan would use it. The man deserved some privacy.

Bail always had work on him to keep him busy in moments like this. Though he was happy to put it away when Obi-Wan finished in his quarters.

The Jedi looked... better. But still over worked, under slept. Not yet at 'a stiff breeze would do him in,' but Bail was still concerned. His friend didn't have to be almost dead for him to be worried.

"My friend," he said shaking his head. "The things you put yourself through, you make my work for the Rebellion look like a vacation," he couldn't help saying. "The mess is this way." And he started walking down the corridor.

He fell into step beside Bail, mentally preparing to be in a very public place. He didn't have enough attention to divert to actually checking the veracity of that assumption.

"We could switch jobs, I suppose, though I don't find the idea of taking on your work at all restful." He shook his head, very slightly. "I need rest. I gave Anakin a lot of energy, but calories and some meditation will go a long way toward putting me back to right."

"Really?" Bail asked in jest. "You don't want to draft legislation you know will fail again and again? I can't see why not."

He grabbed a tray and handed it to Obi-Wan and then grabbed a tray for himself before heading to a table.

He took the tray without looking at it, and headed straight for the table where he immediately sat down. "I don't want to draft legislation at all. I particularly do not want to be surrounded by politicians." A pause: "present company exempted."

"No offense taken," Bail said. Even in the best of times he would still understand. He didn't choose to be a politician, but was born into it. He supposed one could say he did choose it by not abdicating, but he would argue there was a difference, slight though it may be.

"So, do you want to tell me what happened this time?" Did he want to know? Sometimes it was better to not know. But Obi-Wan was his friend, if the man needed to tell him anything, he would listen.

He started eating as soon as he sat down, though methodically rather than with any particular awareness of what he was eating.

He paused at the question, though, looked up and again realized Bail was not just magically aware of what was going on. "Maul happened. Again." A pause and of relevance: "We have another Star Destroyer for you."

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