Ahsoka sat wounded and kneeling in the dark cave on Malachor. Her injuries were not life threatening but she was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. Anakin, she thought ruefully, my Master, what has become of you? Her body ached but not as much as her battered soul and tormented mind. She could feel her former Master, now Darth, as he limped across the planet's charred ground and her heart sank. Ahsoka knew that he could feel her too but he did nothing, choosing not to pursue her but also not to help her. She leaned back against the cave's dry and charred wall. There was no one or thing on this depraved and desolate planet that could hurt her so she didn't have to worry about keeping her guard up. The biggest enemies she'd have to face now would be dehydration before malnutrition but she was willing to face them both if putting up a fight against them meant calling her friends back to danger. Ezra. Rex. Herra. Kanan. She was never going to see them again. It wasn't as though she was second guessing her decision to stay with her former Master during the fall of the Sith Temple but she was beginning to lose all hope. Again.
Ahsoka closed her eyes as she tried to meditate. Why Master Yoda, she spoke in her mind, why did you send us here for this? She waited patiently for the old Jedi Master to respond but there was nothing. She was truly alone. A desert owl flew into the cave and perched on a small out cropping just biggest enough for its sharp talons to take hold and it stared at Ahsoka curiously as it hooted softly. She ignored it as fatigue began to overtake her, losing the will to fight to stay alert and awake any longer. "Master," she whispered out loud to no one as her heart broke at what she knew Anakin had become. She was sure that he wasn't going to come looking to finish her off but the thought of him still pained her deeply. Meditation, she thought once again to herself, try to meditate. But try as she might, she could not concentrate. Instead, the constant rhythmic hooting of the owl began to in-trance her and she drifted off into a fitful but deep sleep.