"No." If either of them are on the outpost, they're well-hidden or... Kenobi doesn't chase his darker thoughts — there's no use in that. Especially when he already knows how poorly he's shielded. At the best of times, the Force is nearly infinite in its generosity, but when darkness is afoot, things get arguably more difficult.

He rolls a few Jedi food capsules — reserves he's not needed since arriving on the ship — into a groove along the edge of Leia's assigned area. For food or bartering, for her or the other slaves, it's of more use in hands that are a little less free.

"Upward of twenty, if I have to guess." And not nearly enough free, he thinks gravely. They're outnumbered and cut off for the Moira, scattered and shackled and afraid, and the odds seem very long. Thankfully, there's no denying how effective light is at chasing away the darkness.