"Mm," little nod, and then a bleary but watchful look, "No drugs." 

Jamis takes the bowl, setting it on the edge of the bed next to her. 

"Alright.  Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?" He holds 2 fingers up in front of Aleeka.

It takes a second for Aleeka to focus and squint at them, but then, "...two?" 

He nods.

"Good.  Do you have any pain anywhere besides your head?"

...wrists? Aleeka lifts one hand - the one Jamis isn't holding - showing off the scarring from the manacles some of the slavers had used. It aches. 

"I can give you a salve for that, if you want- it's not a drug, it's just a topical salve that helps with scar pain."

...nod. 

"I can put it on for you?" Jamis offers, fidgeting in place a little.

Aleeka squints at her. She's... familiar, but why? 

He gets the scar salve and sets it on the bed, within reach of either of them.

"If you need anything else, you can ask now, or tell your sister to comm me.  Don't get out of the bed without comming me first, though."

nod- wait, sister? Aleeka turns to stare at the girl, finally connecting the familiarity of her with that angryangryangry presence ringing through the memories of when the Jedi had come to take Aleeka and Galen and- their littlest brother away. 

"Sister?"

Nodnodnodnod, "I'm Jamis." 

...Aleeka really wants a hug right now. 

Jamis does not need more than to sense this desire to climb onto the bed properly and hug. 

Canin waits for a moment, but if it seems like they're going to stay hugging for a bit, he goes ahead and resumes talking.

"If neither of you needs anything right now, I'm gonna get back to what I was doing.  Jamis knows where the comm is, and I'm serious about not getting out of that bed without me present."

Aleeka nods into Jamis' shoulder, mumbling, "Won't," into her jacket. 

"I'll make sure he remembers," Jamis promises. "And I'll put the salve on." 

"Good."

He walks back out of the room and settles back at the table.  He'd finished the main schedule before the comm, and moved on to a diet plan for bringing two underfed children up to a healthy weight while also giving one of them physical combat training. 

A few hours later again, Jamis slips into the room and comes to hover next to him, "She's asleep," she says - that's why she'd come in person rather than comming. "An' says she's Aleeka, still, not Alek," she adds. "m'I supposed to get her to eat stuff?"

"Hm.  Not while she's feeling nauseous, it'll just come right back up.  You do need to get some fluids in her- I'll give you a hydration mix to add to her water."

He heads into the kitchen area and pulls out a box, from which he pulls several packets.

"These.  One of these to a full cup of water, and make sure she drinks it.  Doesn't have to be all at once, but if it's taking her more than half an hour to drink it that's a problem.  I'll bring you both food at the next mealtime, but don't worry about making her eat it if she's feeling sick."

He grabs something else from the cabinet and hands it to her with the packets of hydration mix- it's a snack bar.

"Okay," she takes both- and squints at the bar. "Thought you said she shouldn't eat...?" 

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't."

Oh. "Thanks?" She doesn't think she's really hungry, she ate before they left this morning... though Canin usually has at least three meals and they must have skipped one of those, now she thinks of it. 

She tears the wrapper open and nibbles on a corner of it. 

He gives her an approving nod.

"Was she feeling any better before she fell asleep?"