Ahsoka was all too willing to be shushed. She didn't fight him when he carried her inside, just leaning against him. The hood fell off of her face when she sat down. She was silent while he bandaged her, and her face was blank. She wasn't crying anymore, but the tear stains were still there.
When he spoke again, she shook her head a little to clear it, looking up at him. She pressed her lips together, a little hesitant to say it. She couldn't think of a good way to phrase it. "I.. had a talk with my master," she said somberly. Her voice was more even than she thought it would be, and though it almost seemed like there was a hint of bitterness to it, it was just her exhaustion and emptiness.