She shakes her head and folds her arms more tightly to keep herself from trying to shiver. The cold's receding the longer she stands here, but she's no less unsettled. It's still a little harder to breathe than she'd like, and it takes her a minute to gather an explanation that makes sense.

"Not just healing. I don't know. I felt -- there was something --"

She shakes her head again, almost as though to clear it.

"It's too much. I can't explain it now."

Later, maybe. With some time and distance between herself and Vader. Between the horrible familiarity that felt like it pulled her in several directions at once. Between herself and that dark something that came for her dreams as she slept.