His mind felt ragged and ruined as he stood before the council. His fellow council members will thankfully silent in the Force. Obi-Wan's eyes fell upon Master Yoda's downtrodden face. He knew the small Master had an inkling of what occurred on Zigoola. His pains were not completely hidden when he used the stone to call Master Yoda with the coordinates. He couldn't do much to shield how he felt.

"Concerning this is," Yoda states, eyes lowered as well as his ears as he thought about Obi-Wan's mission report. The small Master lifted his eyes to look at the young Master standing before the full council.

His forehead was scrunched and his eyes narrowed as though trying to block out the faint light seeping through the windows to the council chamber. He was hunched in on himself and most of his weight rested on my right leg.

He looked exhausted.

"What do we do?" Obi-Wan asked voice creaky after the long report he gave to the council. His body swayed slightly as the room started to spin. He closed his eyes to try and pull his balance back to him. He pulled his robe closer to his body and gripped his arms tightly as balance slowly returned to him. He swallows thickly against the wave of nausea that appears once he opens his eyes.

"Are you alright, Master Kenobi?" Mace asks with concerned eyes and a furrowed brow. The Jedi Master in front of him looked smaller than he'd ever seen him. His heart had broken for his friend as he recounted the events of his mission. Obi-Wan was a strong Jedi. True, his midi-chlorian count wasn't the highest, but his mind was powerful. If any other Jedi had taken that mission, they would have fallen within seconds. Mace thinks to himself. Even me.

"Yes," Comes Obi-Wan's breathless reply. He's so cold, but he knows the temperature in the Council Chamber is optimal. He knows what he's feeling is the residual effect of his time of Zigoola.

His answer doesn't instill confidence in his fellow Councilors. He wishes he could reassure them. He wishes he could stand tall and tell them that Yes, I'm perfectly fine. There's no need to worry. But he couldn't.

"The truth, Master Kenobi."

Obi-Wan allowed a soft flinch at the command from Master Yoda. Obi-Wan didn't like being a burden. He didn't think his pains were worth the time and resources to fix or heal. They were minor. He would be fine.

Master Yoda's eyes bore into Obi-Wan's, and the copper-haired Master sighed and slumped.

"I'm as well as I can be." He whispers, casting his eyes down to the floor where he opted to look at the patterns rather than the Council before him. A nudge from someone else against his shield has him telling the Council how he's feeling. "My head hurts." He admits, still keeping his eyes trained on the floor of the Chamber. "My leg feels like it's on fire and I'm cold." His voice breaks and he feels the warm swell of tears in his throat. He swallows against them, refusing to cry in front of his fellow Jedi. "I truly am feeling as well as I can be." He states once more, finally lifting his eyes and plastering a smile on his face as he looks at his Great-Grand-Master.

Yoda was never one to be fooled. He knew his lineage. He knew every Jedi in the Temple. He knew what to expect of them and he knew the inner workings of their minds.

Obi-Wan had always been like this. He was never one to worry another Jedi. He was used to letting wounds make their rounds, only seeking help from a Healer when forced or when dragged there by his ear. The times when he ended up in the Halls unconscious, slung across someone's back or held tightly in their arms, was the worst.

"You've been out of the Healing Halls for just a few days," Adi Gallia says, her voice soothing his head for just a moment. "You're not expected to be completely healed." The tiny smile on her face registers in her words and Obi-Wan can't help but smile just a bit as well.

"You'll be in Temple for at least a week or two more," Mace states, watching his friend carefully when he supplies him with the orders given to him by Master Che. "Your former Padawan and his Padawan will be in Temple for another day. You'll stay with them during that time."

Obi-Wan doesn't protest.

"After that?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as he meets Mace's eyes without fear. Mace leans forward in his seat, placing his elbows on his knees and rubbing his hands together before clasping them gently.

"We'll see how you feel. If you're struggling on your own, you'll stay with one of us."

Obi-Wan reers back at that and looks at his friend with wide eyes.

"I couldn't do that. I couldn't ask one of you to look after me. I don't know if you've forgotten, but there's a war going on." He reminds his fellow Masters. "You can't drop everything just to watch me while I'm in Temple."

The Council is quiet as Obi-Wan tries to make a case.

"I'll be fine on my own." He tries to reason, but his voice cracks and softens. He grimaces at the sound and clears his throat.

"You'll be happy to know that we have a system in order." Plo Koon informs the tired Jedi in front of him.

Obi-Wan can see the smile Plo has behind his mask and Obi-Wan can't help but roll his eyes with a fond smile accompanying the action.

"Of course you do."

"And if we're not able to be with you," Mace takes over once more. "Then, we know a few Jedi that wouldn't be opposed to being with you."

Obi-Wan's face scrunches up at that. He doesn't want to think about which Jedi they could be. There aren't many in Temple that know him well enough to be comfortable staying with him.

Obi-Wan sighs as he thinks everything over. He knows the Council is right. He knows he shouldn't be alone. He knows he's not well. With those thoughts, Obi-Wan nods.

"Alright. That sounds fair."

The agreement brings a smile to Mace's face and he nods.

"Thank you, my friend." Mace and Obi-Wan smile at each other and the room feels warmer now. Obi-Wan relaxes slightly. "Now, we promised Master Che to not rile you up, so we promise not to make this meeting too stressful on you." Mace raises an eyebrow in jest and waves his hand to Obi-Wan's seat. "Would you like to join us, Master Kenobi?"

Obi-Wan smiles at him gratefully. He doesn't bow, he doesn't think he has the balance for that. Instead, he lowers his head in a semblance of a bow.

"It would be my honor."