"Father." His voice is soft, too, tears in his eyes that are not the lingering effect of pain. He'll feel it later, the effects of the lightning, of the battering his body has taken. Not now. He has never known this man, never known a figure he'd call 'father' (despite more than one man who has held a similar position in his psyche) but his filial devotion is deep and instantaneous. And he wants to linger in the warmth of this broken man's regard, but glancing up at the girl, he knows she's right, somehow.

"We're going to save you," he whispers, to either or both of them. And then he is arranging himself on Anakin's side, opposite the woman, ready to lift him.