There's connection here, between the Jawas and their crawler, the air and the metal walls around them, the crawler itself and the sand beneath its treads, the two suns in the sky and everything else below . . .

Kanan can feel it all, letting the song wash over him, vibrations traveling up through his fingertips and down through his feet, both pressing against the floor (and the blankets). He can almost imagine he feels the pulse of Hera's blood through where her hand grips his, but that's ridiculous.

Surely.

He breathes deeply through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, and while it isn't a trance, he feels . . . quieter -- and more connected -- than he has in quite some time.