"We've had too many bad things happen. The night has to be over soon. Daylight will come, you'll see." I told her, patting her on the back. She nodded with her head still on my chest. I heard the door creak open warily and I hoped we weren't called on duty. I saw Rex peek in with a raised eyebrow, wondering if it was alright to come in. I gave him a sheepish smile trying to convey that she was only so-so, but forming a game plan might help as a distraction for a bit. He turned behind him, inviting his followers in as he held the door. I felt Rebel quickly pull away and turn towards the wall, wiping her eyes. Wrecker cautiously tiptoed to the outside edge of her cot and propped himself up on the corner. She leaned into him as he set his chin on the side of her head. I smiled watching their genuine friendship and saw Rebel close her eyes tightly as if trying to remember something, a memory from ages ago, then relax like she fell asleep but the corners of her mouth turned into a smile. She drew away from him, unashamed this time that she'd fallen prey to her emotions and looked to each of the faces that filled the room, prepared to be her support system. "Our lives will never be the same, but we can make the best of it." She said, taking the floor, per the usual, she wouldn't fail to be the one to inspire us through words just because of her inconvenience. I was thankful for her optimism, agreeing that we could flip the situation, if we were determined, to our advantage. "We're gonna win this, no matter how long it takes, Jedi or not," she nodded towards the two Jedi who now looked singled out as if they'd been accused of something. "we will fight for what's right and stand up against the wrong." She projected her voice to fill the room, her encouraging words, echoing, the world was her audience and she made this room her world. "We're a team, we're a family, we're gonna win this." Love and appreciation flowed in her words to us as a gentle river, however with a firm touch to them, just like a river has a strong current in places and is sure of where it's going, she commanded us to succeed. My heart swelled, slowly mending by way of her speech, especially at the image of us being a family, we'd bonded stronger than any group over the past few months and had become a tightly knit squad. "But," Rebel paused, looking as if she'd been traveling in her own perfect galaxy and had been thrown back to our chaotic one, confused at the dramatic shift. "In order to win we have to train harder and work faster." She emphasized the 'we' making sure to include herself, not out of obligation, but out of an urge to participate. "Now, I might not be able to fight for a few months, but that won't stop me," she said, acknowledging the condition she was in, looking down at her leg. "I can train with the prospect that, as soon as I get the okay that I can fight, I will be back out there with y'all, but until then I can still help plan, okay?" I looked forward to her rejoining our missions but felt disheartened knowing that would mean she'd have to miss some of the action. I couldn't imagine doing anything without Rebel, I'd forgotten how, I assumed we'd have some terrible defeats during her absence. I didn't want her to worry about us though, I couldn't have her training too hard and injuring herself more, training harder wouldn't make it faster. I thought of all the adjustments we'd need to make in anticipation of her omittance. "Okay then, but we have a lot of work to do."