[ Saunas are new to him not in function, but in practice. They existed in the Temple for their more delicately skinned members, beings who came from damp planets, but he had never been drawn to them himself. He can understand the appeal of it, although it doesn't feel quite so good fully dressed. Already his linens are heavy with the moisture in the air, weighing against his skin in a way that is just this side of unpleasant.

He studies at Rex for a moment, the easy sprawl with which he takes up space; the nonchalant expression and the aggressive greeting. A great show to cover up the uncertainty and defensiveness underneath, the place where Rex has offered something vulnerable and Obi-Wan had slapped his hand away.

Obi-Wan holds none of that against him.

What he does do is fold his hands behind his back at parade rest. He isn't sure when this started to become his default for a serious, respectful conversation when he isn't wearing his robes. ]

When we were in the mines, I was deep into the sickness the spores were spreading. I was... much further along than I had anticipated. Or rather, my continued exposure hurried it along. Later symptoms of the disease include delirium and erratic behaviour.

Regardless— my actions were inexcusable. [ His gaze lifts from where it had moved away during his explanation. ] And I am sorry for not only putting your life in danger, but for suggesting any of it was your fault.