Luke sighed in relief as he took Mara's hand and pulled her close, carefully. She was alright, mostly. Alive. Alive was the important thing at the moment, at least in his mind.
"Who is Alema Rar?" The name did not strike a cord in his mind, and his brow knotted in a lack of understanding. He looked from Jaina to Mara with a frown. Caedus was something he could (and would) deal with. Jacen was someone he could reason with, but how did he deal with someone he did not know?
"Come on, lets get you healed. We can talk about this more afterwards." He could send Jaina and Mara to the meeting ahead of him, and he could do some looking on his own.