[He sat, back pressed to the cocoon behind him as he quietly strummed a few scales on his acoustic. It was nearing exactly twenty-four hours since the sandstorm began, the crystal cocoon formed... twenty-four hours since he transformed and stowed the cocoon in a safer place away from the elements and the occasional giant squirrel. Yellow eyes that remained vigilant, looking out for villains and natural predators now looked down at the guitar in his hands.

He played basic scales when he was worried. He was worried sick. What if she forgot everything? What if she got mad that he kept watch? What if she never woke up at all? Night wrinkled his nose and stopped playing. No. She'd be fine! Besides, what if she could hear and sense what he was doing right now with those Force senses?]

Ha-hah, yes, I should remain vigilant! I will play another song for you, Handmaiden! Here's one you haven't heard before. Music helps soothe the soul, and I hear it helps give people nice dreams!

[He straightened, smiled as big as he could, and started playing something new he'd learned. He continued speaking, as if she could hear.]

I don't know any lyrics- I was hoping you'd help with that sometime when you have the time- so you're going to have to bear with me. You're going to wake up so refreshed!