She doesn't want it. She'd take nearly anything but fear--calm confidence particularly, but even anger would be preferable to the sick pallor of worry that seems to cling to Obi-Wan.

But fear is what she has, and if she could set a hand on his shoulder (both hands, really, with how closely they're cuffed) without drawing attention, she would. He's in a dangerous position right now, and he's risking it for her sake.

"I haven't seen many of us." A sharp little blade of fear slides between her ribs. She has to remind herself not to look up. "Is Han--? And Ben?"