Kanan had no intentions of running into blaster fire. Ever.

He was also well aware that intentions didn't mean a hell of a lot when it came to things like that. Especially if the Jedi were going to be a part of his life again. Even before he'd found them, he was prone to finding himself in trouble. There was a reason he carried a blaster at his own hip, after all.

He looked down at himself. Somewhere over the course of the night, Caleb's robes had become his own tunic again. Maybe the island even had the decency to put his lightsaber back where it had been stored, in two pieces, on his ship. But then again, the island was a tuft-sucking pile of meddling poodoo, and odds were better that a quick pat-down would reveal the saber and his holocron both tucked away into his clothing, as Caleb had hidden them away in the folds of his robes before.

He frowned.

He wished that Master Billaba was here. Wondered what she'd tell him to do. Suspected that she'd be with Master Kenobi on this one. After all, she'd been considered damaged goods herself. She knew the subject intimately.

"You'll be here?"