Is… there's not anything else to do, is there? Her memory is fuzzy.
Her body suddenly jerks at a touch—Luminara, it's only Luminara.
"Padawan, you're hurt."
Is she? She is sore, which is kind of hurt, but not… oh, lying down, lying down is nice. Soft, cozy sofa. She sighs, body slackening as heavy warmth settles around her.
Something cool touches her cheek, stinging slightly. Luminara murmurs apology, gentle fingers combing her hair back—oh, her hair's down, that feels nice and she doesn't think she can keep her eyes open.
"It's all right," Luminara whispers. "Sleep, dear one."