A new voice reached Jerek's ears, catching the boy mid-sprint. The unfamiliar cadence set his heart to pounding, reacting before his brain had even finished processing the stranger's words. Twirling in place, the padawan faced the new presence, raising the silver hilt of his lightsaber to deal with any new threat. His eyes settled upon the region where the speaker's voice had come, where, within the opening Jerek had cut, a head had poked through. 

The head was female, a woman of fair skin and dark locks that tumbled down the sides of her face. Her blue eyes looked into his hazel ones, and Jerek thought he could see the fatigue reflected back within them. The boy relaxed and clipped his lightsaber back to his belt, the woman's appearance and her presence in the Force confirmed that she was a Jedi. She had not come to harm him; of this the padawan was sure. The head retreated once more into the opening Jerek had made, presumably to assist his master. 

Vor'loch! The thought made the youth brim with joy, assurance that his master was still alive. He dropped to all fours, peering through the hole at the scene beyond. The Noghri was just rounding the corner, hobbling as he went. Jerek climbed through his makeshift passage quickly, trying not to snare his already-tattered garb on the rough edges of the metal. Moving quickly, the padawan went to help his master, offering a hand or shoulder to help the Noghri Jedi stand. 

"Are you all right, master?" the youth inquired, concern lacing his alto voice. He turned to look at the woman, shifting his gaze between the two, "What happened?"