Kanan, meanwhile, has twisted around so he can tuck his knees up without taking up too much vertical space, breathing deeply with his eyes half-closed. He can't hear the voices anymore, nor their echoes, but he can feel the thrum of the crawler around them, the rhythm of both is own breathing and Hera's, the slow pounding of his heart --

"That was -- that was amazing," he says quietly, still a little stunned. "I still feel caught in it, a little. Sorry."

He tries to turn to look at her, even though he really can't see in the mostly-darkness.

"How are you?"