The healers had finally discharged Qui-Gon after Kestriel Vel Aath's visit, but only after they had secured a promise from him to continue to check in for evaluation and treatment. Qui-Gon had been patient with their caution, though the long stay had worn on him. He understood their concern. A lightsabre wound of the sort Qui-Gon had sustained was a serious matter. None of them wished to be the healer who made a mistake while treating the Jedi Master who had died during the battle of Naboo.
It felt oddly liberating to transition from a hospital room to a private residence in the refugee settlement. The accommodations were comfortable if simple, sparingly decorated with human-friendly furnishings. The plants that had lined the window in the medcenter now sat in the windows of the residence. One of the immigration officers had ensured that Qui-Gon had all that he needed in the small home. The Jedi Master hoped to be able to repay the kindness in the near future.
In the meantime, he had guests of his own to see to. Qui-Gon waved open the front door when Leia and Han arrived, caught in the midst of watering the plants in the front room. "Leia," he greeted. "It's good to see you again. And you must be Captain Solo. Please, come in."