Obi-Wan is sick. Cody is eventually allowed to help him.
Cody’s blacks were at least a size too big on Obi-Wan. Cody could tell by the way the sleeves were pooled at his wrists and the way the shirt hung from his chest as he hunched over the glowing blue screen of his datapad.
Obi-Wan looked beyond tired, beyond caring, and possibly completely beyond the ability to do any effective work, at least in Cody’s perspective. How could anyone focus with their eyes relentlessly watering and a beads of sweat dripping from their brow? Not Cody, not anyone,really.
