2-1B lacked programming or hardware for facial expressions, yet still managed to give the distinct impression of frowning. "Master Skywalker, infection has already spread from within." Still, the droid moved to seal the wound with bacta, as recommended, before it turned its attention to supervising the careful transfer of Qui-Gon to a stretcher. "Your healing methods are not part of my programming," the droid went on, "but if Office Kana insists, then you may remain with the patient so long as you follow sterile procedures." If possible, the droid seemed to soften. "Master Jinn may suffer lasting consequences in spite of our efforts."
"All the more reason to have a little faith," Tabe insisted. She accepted Luke's handshake as they began to move. "Thank you," she told him. "I don't know if you're here because the Force thought it was a good idea, or if it's just luck, but you're a sight for sore eyes. I'm Officer Tabe Kana. I handle immigration here. Master Jinn was dying when he arrived." Her eyes darted once again to the patient. "He might still be, but he has a chance now that he didn't during the battle with the Sith. I just ... I don't know if it will be enough."
Tabe kept careful pace with Luke and the medical droids, though she fell silent for a moment in thought. At last, she asked, "Will it help? What you said about meditation? My father told me that there was a bond between masters and apprentices in the days of the Jedi Temple. Is it possible that he's hurt beyond what we can see? Does that happen, for Jedi?"