Misa worries over him. She'll fuss and hover as much as he'll allow - and then some - because he'd saved her. He'd saved her from Treeko, he'd saved her from Habani. He'd saved her from becoming a courtesan at the ripe old age of sixteen.

In some ways, she knows she saved him too. But it's seeing him with his son, his son that she now knows that while she'll always be a part of him, this is where his life is. She doesn't know where that leaves her, or her parents.

Now is not the time to be worried about that. She needs to get him off this decaying structure. With Luke's help, she gets him on the hover loader. She nods to the ship. "Can you..." She shakes her head. He's Vader's son, of course he can. "You fly, I'll tend to him." She directs, because she's the Healer, and while she can fly, she has a feeling this needs a touch that she just doesn't have.