Luke's mouth sets into a little frown. "They're not that bad," he grumbles, but that's mostly because it's what he's used to. It does suddenly strike him that it's been at least 24 hours without food, maybe more. He's not sure anymore. He's been running on pure adrenaline and cussedness.

But he can't rest yet.

"I want to learn," he says earnestly. "It's not something I even knew was possible. My masters--" He cuts himself off, glancing at his father. There will be things to discuss.

Later.

"But I'm all right. Really. We need to figure out what we're going to do. My..." He swallows, glancing up at Anakin again. "My sister will be worried. My friends. I need to figure out how to ... what to tell them..."

It's a lot, especially after the past several hours.