“Ashara.”

When the pressure of Ryen’s lightsaber pressing down on Ben’s is relieved, Ben stands. He keeps his back to Ibani, Ryen and Ocera, but the set in his shoulders is clear. He can feel you and you’d be a fool to think a turned back is a target.

He also puts himself between the three of them and a clear route from where the Padawan is just standing up, to the door and the way off this station.

“Come, young one, it’s time to go.”