Bacta--he's heard that before, if not from Bodhi, then Baze. Water that heals seems a concept beyond his time and understanding, common to these people whose lives he's fallen into. It grounds him a little more, to see Ren trying to talk it out, slot it into that understanding of the world. Even as it reminds him that Bodhi was one of the people missing.

He must be here, with all the others. Tucking his arms up to his chest doesn't do much for the cold, but the reflex remains, and it keeps him from putting his fingers to Ren's arm in a placating gesture.

"You're alright, though? Nothing hurt?" He has to ask: "I don't think we think we're somewhere else. I think we just are."