Once Ezra strips off his tunic, Obi-Wan quietly inspects the blaster wound. Though he glances up in recognition of that name. “Billaba? Depa Billaba?” His face then turned solemn as the weight of the statement falls on him. So she had perished. “I knew her. She was on the council before I was.”

Reaching out his hand, Obi-Wan places it gently on the boy’s shoulder, closing his eyes as he focused on the Force. He was by no means a master healer. Though it was something he intended to practice at. Thus there would be a warm, tingling sensation as he channeled his energy into Ezra. Encouraging his body to heal more rapidly.