obi-wan, approaching cody who sat, propped against what he thinks is part of the at-te's leg, battered and bloody, placing a gentle hand on his arm: you did well out there, cody.
cody, grimacing but chuckling: ‘e couldn't have done it without you, general.
obi-wan: oh, i did the easy part.. the difference in appearance really proves that, hm?
obi-wan: we need to get you to the medic, my dear.. helix won't be pleased to see either of us again, but you won't be getting away with walking this one off.
cody, managing a small pained smile: yes, general.. permission to rest?
obi-wan, fondly, and ever so gently pressing a kiss to the clones forehead: permission granted.. you deserve it.