Grinding the plants together as quickly
as she could, Ahsoka resisted the urge to gnaw on her lower lip as it
would just end up with her sinking her fangs into the lips and
bleeding…again.

She needed to get the pulp ready so she
could boil it, quickly befo-

An overly warm hand wrapped around her
wrist, a soothing noise being made. “You’re doing good Ahsoka,
just keep calm.” The soft voice offered and she looked at the owner
of the voice, eyes wide.

“I am?”

“Yes you are.” Obi-Wan smiled
gently at her, laying on his side with his face covered in a fine
layer of sweat. “Just keep grinding that together and once you’ve
boiled it in the water you can give it to me.” He smiled.

She nodded, swallowing. “I’m sorry
for falling of the cliff.”

That just got a quiet chuckle out of
the copper haired human. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t tell me to
dive after you, I did that on my own.”

“Still…” She swallowed and
continued working. ‘Perhaps Skyguy was right, I wouldn’t have
made it as Master Obi-Wan’s padawan. Look at what happened to him
because he wanted to protect me.’

The master had jumped after her the
moment she tumbled off the cliff mid-fight, wrapping his larger body
around her as they hit every ridge on the way down. Worse yet was the
plant that had ripped the human to shred and poisoned him.

Which was why Ahsoka was currently
grinding said plants fruit together in a little bowl with a smooth
rock with a few herbs under Obi-Wan’s direction as the man had lost
most sensation of his limbs thanks to the poison.

“You listen better to instructions
then Anakin used to.” Ahsoka almost dropped the bowl and looked
quickly at the other, eyes wide.

“What?”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “Anakin
had…issues listening to me when he got older. He liked to rebel.
And he took after quite a few of my reckless habits.” He smiled at
Ahsoka. “You listen better. I’m grateful for that, especially
right now.”

“…Oh.” She swallowed down the
silver of pride she felt at that.

“He wouldn’t rebel if I was in
danger of course.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes. “But teenagers like
to toe the line. And I was a very young master…” He took several
short breaths.

“Master?” She continued grinding
the fruit and herbs together faster, resisting the urge to stop and
touch him.

She needed to get the damn antidote
done!

Assurance could come later, both for
him and herself.

“Shh, shh, I’m fine. I’m just
tired. Its a side effect. Don’t panic Ahsoka.” He clearly forced
his eyes open again and looked at her, his smile gentle and soothing.
“You can do this.”

“I could do it better if I had
medical equipment or could use healing Force.” Ahsoka laughed
shakily, the sound somewhat hollow in the face of the panic she was
fighting.

“And it would do better if I could
grasp the Force to help myself instead of just slowing down the
poisons effect. Work with what you have Ahsoka. I trust you.”
Obi-Wan added.

That was bolstering.

Obi-Wan trusted her, was putting his
life in her hands as he laid on his side while slowing his systems to
give them both more time.

“Yes, right, of course. I can do
this.” She added to herself more then him and Obi-Wan smiled as her
focus returned to the grinding and then putting the bowl to the
thermoheater pack to boil it, watching closely.

“Watched pots never boils.”

“This is a bowl on a thermopack.”
Ahsoka shifted her eyes to him.

“Yes and it will boil quicker if you
look away. Try fixing the radio instead so they can come pick us up.”
Obi-Wan coaxed quietly, wishing he could wipe his face as a bead of
sweat rolled down his temple, over the bridge of his nose and down
his cheek. Stupid poison.

“I-right, right of course. We’re
going to need a evac.” Ahsoka startled fiddling with it like Anakin
had showed her, focusing on the work.

Obi-Wan smiled quietly, Anakin had
trained his padawan well.

He was almost envious.

Almost.

Grinding the plants together as quickly
as she could, Ahsoka resisted the urge to gnaw on her lower lip as it
would just end up with her sinking her fangs into the lips and
bleeding…again.

She needed to get the pulp ready so she
could boil it, quickly befo-

An overly warm hand wrapped around her
wrist, a soothing noise being made. “You’re doing good Ahsoka,
just keep calm.” The soft voice offered and she looked at the owner
of the voice, eyes wide.

“I am?”

“Yes you are.” Obi-Wan smiled
gently at her, laying on his side with his face covered in a fine
layer of sweat. “Just keep grinding that together and once you’ve
boiled it in the water you can give it to me.” He smiled.

She nodded, swallowing. “I’m sorry
for falling of the cliff.”

That just got a quiet chuckle out of
the copper haired human. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t tell me to
dive after you, I did that on my own.”

“Still…” She swallowed and
continued working. ‘Perhaps Skyguy was right, I wouldn’t have
made it as Master Obi-Wan’s padawan. Look at what happened to him
because he wanted to protect me.’

The master had jumped after her the
moment she tumbled off the cliff mid-fight, wrapping his larger body
around her as they hit every ridge on the way down. Worse yet was the
plant that had ripped the human to shred and poisoned him.

Which was why Ahsoka was currently
grinding said plants fruit together in a little bowl with a smooth
rock with a few herbs under Obi-Wan’s direction as the man had lost
most sensation of his limbs thanks to the poison.

“You listen better to instructions
then Anakin used to.” Ahsoka almost dropped the bowl and looked
quickly at the other, eyes wide.

“What?”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “Anakin
had…issues listening to me when he got older. He liked to rebel.
And he took after quite a few of my reckless habits.” He smiled at
Ahsoka. “You listen better. I’m grateful for that, especially
right now.”

“…Oh.” She swallowed down the
silver of pride she felt at that.

“He wouldn’t rebel if I was in
danger of course.” Obi-Wan closed his eyes. “But teenagers like
to toe the line. And I was a very young master…” He took several
short breaths.

“Master?” She continued grinding
the fruit and herbs together faster, resisting the urge to stop and
touch him.

She needed to get the damn antidote
done!

Assurance could come later, both for
him and herself.

“Shh, shh, I’m fine. I’m just
tired. Its a side effect. Don’t panic Ahsoka.” He clearly forced
his eyes open again and looked at her, his smile gentle and soothing.
“You can do this.”

“I could do it better if I had
medical equipment or could use healing Force.” Ahsoka laughed
shakily, the sound somewhat hollow in the face of the panic she was
fighting.

“And it would do better if I could
grasp the Force to help myself instead of just slowing down the
poisons effect. Work with what you have Ahsoka. I trust you.”
Obi-Wan added.

That was bolstering.

Obi-Wan trusted her, was putting his
life in her hands as he laid on his side while slowing his systems to
give them both more time.

“Yes, right, of course. I can do
this.” She added to herself more then him and Obi-Wan smiled as her
focus returned to the grinding and then putting the bowl to the
thermoheater pack to boil it, watching closely.

“Watched pots never boils.”

“This is a bowl on a thermopack.”
Ahsoka shifted her eyes to him.

“Yes and it will boil quicker if you
look away. Try fixing the radio instead so they can come pick us up.”
Obi-Wan coaxed quietly, wishing he could wipe his face as a bead of
sweat rolled down his temple, over the bridge of his nose and down
his cheek. Stupid poison.

“I-right, right of course. We’re
going to need a evac.” Ahsoka startled fiddling with it like Anakin
had showed her, focusing on the work.

Obi-Wan smiled quietly, Anakin had
trained his padawan well.

He was almost envious.

Almost.