Rubbing his thumb over Obi-Wan’s temple, Anakin let out a low hum as he took in how much time had passed, the shadows having grown much longer with the suns slowly setting in the west. The other should be waking up in not that long, most likely a bit embarrassed about his reaction to weed being exposed to everyone.

However, before that happened, Helix felt the need to speak with him clearly as the medic suddenly sat down in front of him on the stamped down ground, Kix only half a second behind him in sitting down in front of Anakin. “General Skywalker, could we ask you some questions sir?” He stated quickly.

Lips quirking, Anakin tilted his head. “Well you just did, but I guess you can ask a few more.” He teased, laughing when the two medics exchanged an exasperated look, happy that the troopers could feel comfortable around him for that.

It made him feel warm, because he knew not every battalion was like that with their officers and his heart spiked a bit as he remembered Obi-Wan telling him about the humongous losses Tarkin had despite his successes. ‘He doesn’t see them as people, so he has no qualms about sacrificing them to succeed.’ Obi-Wan’s voice spoke up deep in him, Anakin remembering how bleak Obi-Wan had been when he told Anakin of the fact.

Thankfully, the dark memory was interrupted as Helix spoke again. “You talked about General Kenobi having a bad trip, could you talk about what we should expect? How would we recognize a bad high?” Helix stated seriously, a pad in his hands to take notes on.

“And,” Kix piped up too, frowning slightly. “What should we do if the General experiences a bad trip?” He questioned seriously.

Peering bemusedly at the pad as he mulled on the questions, Anakin was rather sure Helix wasn’t holding it when he sat down.

And now that Anakin was paying closer attention, it was also clear that the rest of the camp was listening in on the conversation, the noise noticeably dimmer than before the two medics had asked their questions. “Sir?” Helix prodded when Anakin continued blinking at them.

Recognizing that Helix was going nowhere without answers, Anakin shrugged and petted Obi-Wan’s hair to keep his own hands occupied. Not that he really minded answering the two medics, it was honestly information they should have.

“Okay so, bear with me, I’ve never had to explain this before, its usually just me around when Obi-Wan has a rare bad trip.” Anakin settled on saying, giving him a bit more time as he continued absently petting.

Instantly, the two medics relaxed, both nodding intently.

Huffing, Anakin glanced down at Obi-Wan, trying to decide just how in dept he should go, he didn’t want to tread on Obi-Wan’s toes since this was rather intimate information but… well, the troopers would never use it against Obi-Wan.

Finally settling a bit, Anakin nodded to himself. “Alright then, see, a bad trip is something that can happen at any time and can have various triggers for the person experiencing them,” He explained, feeling a tiny bit unnerved by the laser focus on him by two pairs of amber eyes. “But generally, Obi-Wan starts becoming paranoid or frightened when he has one, he has a tendency to hallucinate you see when his trip turns bad, jumping at shadows.”

Helix stated typing instantly and Anakin ignored the quiet clicks of him typing at the pad and ignored Cody shuffling closer to listen, a worried frown on the commander’s face. He was grateful Rex had distracted Ahsoka.

He’d rather not explain this with his padawan around. “The environment around him can influence if the trip turns bad, like if we’re in a dark place or maybe around people that make him uneasy even before he is high,” Anakin continued when he noted Helix fingers pausing and the other looking up at him again. “He can loose sense of space and time and even himself, one time he was convinced that his hands were covered in bugs, so he kept washing them until they were bleeding.” Anakin winced at the memory.

He hadn’t been there when the trip started to go bad, having gone to fetch food.

The sight of Obi-Wan’s bloody hands still haunted him as his master desperately continued scrubbing at them with durasteel wool he had found in the kitchen.

Considering how horrified both medics looked, Anakin wouldn’t inform them of that though.

“And… and what do we do if he has a bad trip?” Kix stammered out, looking a bit ashen.

Using his fingertips to scratch at Obi-Wan’s scalp, Anakin shrugged. “One, you have to move him to a place he feels safe or at least get him away from the place that makes him feel scared. If its because its dark, you have to make lights come on,” Anakin specified the light part, knowing how important that was to Obi-Wan if the trip went bad. “Two, you have to remind him that its temporary, all his feelings are going to go away once he comes down from the trip. Because of how his brain functions while on the trip, he forgets how time and space works a lot.”

Helix nodded slowly and continued writing down the info on the pad, Anakin pausing to let him finish writing. “Anything else?” He asked quietly, glancing down at his Jedi and then back up at Anakin.

“Third and last, stay with him at all times,” Anakin stared both down. “On a bad trip, people become irrational, he could cause himself or other harm if you’re not there to keep him as calm as possible. Obi-Wan once jumped out of the fifty fifth floor of a building because he thought he could fly.” He explained, remembering how convinced the other had been that he was being chased by Maul, despite Anakin telling him again and again that Maul was dead.

Frowning, clearly disquieted, Helix went back to typing and Anakin felt himself relax slightly, a small smile on his lips that the troopers were that worried abou- “Wait!” Helix suddenly squeaked out, eyes wide and focused on Anakin. “Is that why he keeps rejecting painkillers? He’s worried about his reaction to them?” He looked just about ready to smash his pad as a few red strands escaped his manbun.

‘Ooops, busted,’ Anakin winced, glancing guiltily down at his former master. ‘Sorry Obi-Wan.’