3 | Attempt at recovery

~*Ahsoka*~

Third POV

Drowsily opening her eyes, she gazed around at her surroundings. Recalling where she was, she sighed before blinking the sleep from her eyes. Pushing herself up; she found that she could not put pressure on her leg without tears of pain being brought to her eyes.

Biting her lip, she took great care on carefully extending her legs before her. The silence of her struggles being interrupted once by her small cry. That was all she was going to allow, for she tightened her lips before continuing on. Finally, she was in a decent position that didn't offer much discomfort.

The injured togruta shifted her foot, ankle was now found beneath the thigh of her injured leg. This was as close as she was going to manage to being in the usual crossed legged position when meditating. Breathe in, then out. Repeat. The words were simple enough. Yet her breath came out in shudders as she attempted to reign herself in.

Finding comfort in the slight curve of one of her lightsabers; she took in deep breaths. The shuddering ceased as she traced the soft, familiar curve of her weapon. Releasing it, she placed it beside her left side before closing her eyes once again.

Feeling no presence along her side, she drew no warmth from anyone but herself. Sure, she had done that for some years now. But always with the hope that someone dear and near to her might occupy it the way he once did.

That hope was dead now. Ahsoka knew better than to hope for what she had deemed impossible. The only thing that she could hope for was the possibility that the Rebels were making a difference. No, she didn't hope. Because they had been. No! They were making a difference. What she really hoped for was for them to continue their fight.

Softly smiling, she remembered the small amount of time she had spent with the rebel crew. Small amount of time, but enough to see that they were a solid family, not just simple partners in the rebellion.

Hera Syndulla, the Twi'lek ace pilot. She really was a no nonsense type of twi'lek and was the mother of the group.

Kanan the jedi. He'd had even less training than she did when they were forced into hiding. Although he had been known as Caleb Dume back then, Depa Billaba's padawan.

Then there's the tough -if somewhat smelly- Lasat, nicknamed Zeb. Who seemed happiest when knocking some bucket heads together. He'd seen most of his species destroyed by the Empire. But a new hope had blossomed for him.

Smiling, she recalled the cheeky droid, Chopper. A rust bucket of bolts. Perhaps by a first glance. But he was just as part of the family as any of the other rebel member. He had rightfully earned his place.

Let's not forget Sabine or Ezra. Ahsoka thought with a humorous smile. Sabine was a creative artist, who also happened to love blowing things up. A tough but rather thoughtful mandalorian.

Ezra had a difficult time growing up. Needing someone to look up to. Fortunately, he had found Kanan. Longing to become a jedi, he had been reassured of his own skills. Following and trusting the former Sith Lord, Maul.

Which had definitely backfired, badly. Kanan who was rendered blind. One could only hope for him to learn to use the Force to his advantage.

Gazing at the destruction outside of her little safe place, she sighed heavily. The cliched statement of how things were just getting started applied to this particular situation.