He ignored Plo Koon as he made his way to the ships bunks, carefully settling his padawan down while talking softly to him, filling the silence that had enveloped everyone on the ship.

A failed mission, a planet thrown into civil war but worse of all, a injured padawan.

‘But not dead.’ Qui-Gon reminded himself as he carefully took Obi-Wan’s raw scrubbed wrists, pulling over the medical kit Plo had slid closer to him. ‘Not dead like I thought.’ He had spent twenty four hours thinking his padawan was dead instead of blocked from the Force. Twenty four hours of feeling lost and alone while trying to get back to their transport with his fellow Jedi. He glanced up, catching Obi-Wan’s unswollen eye, watching the green eye focus on him. “I’m going to treat what I can Obi-Wan, give you a painkiller and then I’m going to send you of to sleep. Is that alright?” He murmured quietly.

The copper haired teen sniffled but nodded, watching his master tenderly applying bacta salve to his red wrists and then bandaging them. He then moved on to raw ankles to repeat the treatment before checking on Obi-Wan’s swollen left eye. “A cold pack might be better for this Obi-Wan, the healers back at the temple can heal it fully once we get there. Or do you want me to just give you the painkiller and let you sleep until we’re home?”

Licking dry lips, Obi-Wan considered it. “Painkiller please master.” He croaked out, almost smiling at the wince Qui-Gon couldn’t hold back.

“Painkillers and water. Then sleep.” The master said firmly, pulling a bottle out of the kit and taking two capsules from it, murmuring gratefully when Plo held out a cup of water for Obi-Wan. They both watched Obi-Wan struggle to swallow until the padawan had both the pills and the water down.

Qui-Gon helped Obi-Wan lay down and then crawled in with him, tucking his robe around the small shape that curled against him, his padawan using his masters larger bulk to hide subconsciously as Qui-Gon wrapped a arm around him.

Qui-Gon let his fingers rest in the copper hair and stroked the others scalp gently. “Sleep Obi-Wan. You’re safe.” He murmured, gently letting the Force suggestion take hold. He knew the other would wake in not to long, but by then the painkillers would be working and Obi-Wan would be hopefully able to eat something and drink more water.

“…Padawan’s, its amazing how they crawl into our hearts.” Plo murmured from his own bunk.

“I don’t think I’d have it any other way.” Qui-Gon murmured back as Obi-Wan’s soft breathing puffed against his chest.