More people filtered past them and Kenobi tried to bring his focus in, to hold it close to them and not reach out, but the need to feel secure was much more pressing without his clothes. His presence in the Force casts a light like a lamp, stretching out past Maya to know this space better, to know these people better. It brought him focus and clarity, but it also left him open to interpretation.

"It means learning to channel the power you feel around you," he said. His head dropped back, hair cushioning his skull from the cold bulkhead, his breath slowed to something steady and long. "Assuming you respect that power, of course, a great many things can be accomplished." Like calming a nervous tension he'd felt since arriving in the decontamination area. Obi-Wan wasn't sure if it was Hannis or someone else, but he was sending out what calm he could, weathering the storm with gusts of his own to blow about the surf, to clear away the clouds.