[ cont from here with @ferrandor ]
Bodhi had been sweeping for a signal since he woke up from his coma in the Rebel base. Others thought it was survivor's guilt or that he was loosing his mind with grief. Both were true. It was more than doubtful anyone survived another test shot from the Death Star. Just as doubtful that Bodhi's own family were still alive on Jedha. He swept for signals there, too, with no luck. Not in his hometown anyway.
But Scariff was now abandoned by Empire interest, and Bodhi spent most of his time trying to communicate with any ping remotely nearby. Surely his luck couldn't have been that bad.
Hearing a signal finally, a simple SOS and a Rebel code that he had to find someone else to decrypt for him, a small extraction team set out for Scariff from Yavin 4 to find who sent the message. Bodhi could only hope it was one of his previous team. That hope had superseded any guilt or nervous he had previously been overwhelmed by for the last few weeks. Emotions that were surfacing in full force now.
Cassian Andor had every right to want to kill him.
Bodhi had failed to get them off planet. He had let everyone down. He had let them all die.
Then Bodhi heard the clatter of metal before realizing it. He heard other rebels on his team try to calm down Cassian. But neither were listening. He felt Cassian's parched, bloodied lips on his forehead and his chest heaved a sob of relief and pain. Cassian was, after all, sitting on his stomach and he wasn't entirely recovered from his injures, yet still had insisted on joining the rescue team.
"I heard it. I heard you... Please..." Bodhi tried a smile, tearful and cautious all at once, his remaining hand reaching up to clutch at Cassian's shoulder. Strong but careful, pushing him gently to urge Cassian off of himself, not knowing what injures Cassian might still have or made fresh.
"On the way back... I'll tell you what I know." Bodhi glanced to the few others surrounding them. One man held out his hand to help Cassian stand and gave him a canteen of water. Two others helped Bodhi up to his feet, still unsteady, still trying to get used to his new augmentations. He was handed a staff that kept him steady, the cloak he'd been wearing to protect from a desert night had been pushed aside by Cassian's tackle, the staff thrown to the ground, showing the robotic hand, his arm and leg augmentations hidden by his flight suit. His hair was short, shaved. His face was still healing from burns but he was still largely and easily recognizable. A bacta tank bath would have healed him much more quickly, had he been able to remain in one for the duration of his coma. But the medical team had quickly discovered his allergy, thus lower doses and shorter time limits in the healing medical liquid made Bodhi's road to recovery much slower than expected.
