Marca brushed his fingertips over her tired eyes, her head rolling back on his arm in slumber. Turn after turn after turn his made his way to his quarters. Meeting the protocol droid there, he ushered them in and laid her body on the bed in front of him. "Therin, call the med droids. She will lose this leg and I need help." Marca commanded quietly. The droid bowed and left as he sat on the bed beside her. He peeled the soft silk off her leg and looked at the injuries. How she managed to stand even with her powers was beyond him. The foot was broken off; there was no way to fix that. Her thigh was slashed wide open with a six inch gash running diagonal across it. She had tied a tourniquet above the wound as to slow the bleeding. But as her heart beat the wound poured blood. There were more, less severe gashes on her right leg but the big one was his main concern. She would lose the leg above the knee and as the med droids arrived he sighed as he saw what would replace it. Hard, twisted steel; a skeletal frame and mechanical joints. The droids worked quickly and within hours the bleeding had stopped, the leg was gone and the machine had taken its place.