[ at first when he wakes, he thinks it must have been a dream. he aches all over, exhausted, and even a day later, he can still smell ozone and scorched circuitry and burned hair and skin. the combination makes him nauseous now that the adrenaline has worn off and he's left with the cold light of day.

or.. whatever time it is. none of the sounds of an ewok village reach his hearing, he can't sense.. anyone he knows..

he sucks in a breath and sits abruptly upright, swallowing a groan as it pulls at the lightning burns across so much of his body. for a moment, he's dizzy, but he swings his legs off the bed anyway, forcing himself upright with sheer obstinate determination. this isn't endor. the dream had been real. .. and he's not alone.

aware that he probably looks a mess, he glances to the other bed, prosthetic twitching at his side, just one more thing he needs to fix. he curls the artificial fingers to hide the spasms, too stressed even to offer a smile as his brows knit. ] --Did you just make a bargain, too?

[ eventually, he does settle in, sort of. it's a space station, which is pretty standard fare for luke, especially in the last few years, so it's at least a little bit familiar. he gets himself checked out at the infirmary--there's no bacta, which is odd--and once he's satisfied that he's probably not going to be dropping dead now from palpatine's attack, he takes himself down to the lab.

once he steps in, he realizes that repairing his prosthetic is going to be a bigger pain than he thought it was, and it was already going to be a pain with the lingering shakes he still has. ]

Hi, [ he greets someone already working there, and offers a tired quirk of his lips. ] I don't suppose you're familiar with the, uh, organization system here..?

[ if luke looks a little overwhelmed, well.. he is. he has a witch's brew in hand that he seems to not know quite what to do with, and he's watching the ferris wheel, a little delighted in spite of himself. ]

Is this a holiday? [ he has to raise his voice a little to be heard over the noise of the music and crowds, slight form easy to overlook when surrounded by the more colorful people surrounding them. ]

[ in the graveyard, he can eventually be found standing in front of one grave in particular, jaw faintly clenched and eyes shut, his breathing slow and careful.

the name on the headstone reads leia organa.

it's fake, of course he knows it is, but it's still.. hard, with the false images filling his head and his inability to sense her here. it really does feel like she's.. gone. ]