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No. No. No no no no no no no. She's only barely recovered from last time they took her; she can't let them take her again.

If she draws her saber, she'll die. There's no doubt in her mind about that, outnumbered as she is and with her master right there. There's nothing she can do; he knows it, they know it, she knows it. They wouldn't do this any other way.

The flash of inspiration is more like a memory; the floating, disconnected kind that sometimes linger after... whatever it is that they do to her. It's never been quite like this before, but - she reaches into the Force, nudges it just so...

The burst of feedback - fear and rage and terror - overwhelms her; she reels, barely keeping her feet, distantly aware of the shouting, of her droid stepping forward to steady her. She ignores it as best she can, and continues nudging at the Force, carefully, carefully...

And then, suddenly, she's elsewhere.

She intends to come back, but she can't promise it. Isn't really sure she's going to make it anywhere she can come back from.

Eventually, she's done as much planning as she reasonably can, and the hunger is getting worse faster than her brain is getting better, and it's time to go.

Although - the plants have more or less stopped pestering her about the healing, but it's still been on her mind. She wants to heal them, there's no denying it. And if she's most likely going to die anyway...

She discusses it with Daisy, who points out that there's a better chance of someone finding her and getting her working again here than in the desert, if it comes down to it. She looks into the logistics of getting to the plants' amphitheatre; it's not possible to avoid all the bugs between here and there, but if she's moving quickly enough she doesn't think they'll be able to catch her in high enough numbers to matter. She watches Nai, pushing ever so gently through the Force for him to decide to take a break from what he's doing, asking the Force to give her forewarning about when he will so that she can meditate and be prepared.

It takes hours, but eventually she gets the gentle nudge of now, and forty minutes later when he leaves the room she's already on her feet and ready to go.