Bryethe did not feel nor wake to anything. From the rough landing of the escape pod to the Mandalorians carrying her to the medbay of the ship. What caused the young Jedi to stir was when she sensed her Master close by. 

The [i]Starshine[/i] lifted off from the Dxun dirt, their journey to Manaan underway. 

The medical droid patched Brye up quickly, treating the bodily shock from the Sith's lightning assault earlier, along with treating and bandaging the singe marks from the various Sith lightsabers throughout the duels on Dxun. Once the medical droids programming concluded no further care could be given at the time, it moved quickly to the Jedi Grandmaster, for more time and care would be needed to stabilize her for the trip. 

Time passed, and Brye stirred more. Eyes opened slightly to the bright lights above her medical bed, then they looked around the room. She picked her head up and immediately saw her Master across the bay from her, the medical droid finishing up its care. 

"Master Shan..." the young Jedi mumbled, hands underneath her as she sat up slowly. The medical droid was over to her in an instant, its flat-toned voice immediately giving instructions. 

"Ma'am, you cannot move from your bed, you are still healing." 

"I don't care droid, now leave me be." Brye retorted as the droid stopped next to her. 

Mechanical hands were on her quickly, pushing her back down with impressive strength. "Ma'am, I insist, you need to-"

Brye raised a hand, her eyes focused intently on the droid as she waved that hand to the side. "You [i]will[/i] let me leave this bed." She instructed, her voice reflecting her feelings in that moment, irritated, worried, and determined to go see her Master.
The droid paused momentarily, as if someone had pressed a reset button. 
"I will let you leave this bed." It said suddenly, stepping back from the Padawan and moving back over to Satele. 

Brye sighed heavily, slowly sitting back up and letting her legs swing over the side of the bed. She was at Satele's side after a few long moments. 
Her eyes scanned over her Master, bloodied bandages littering the floor from when the droid re-wrapped her wounds. 
The Padawan looked away, down towards the floor for a few moments, eyes closed as her mind replayed the previous hours events. It was evident in the injuries Satele had taken that she tried to reach Brye, but it had been too late, that much the young Padawan could decipher. 

Grim sat submerged in the kolto tank, and Brye could sense someone else nearby, obviously piloting the ship, but to where? 
Although, most of the Padawan's worries were directed towards Satele. 

"You shouldn't have had to come for me. I should've handled it myself." She whispered, looking back at her Master as Brye leaned slightly against the bed, her hands keeping her steady against the bed frame. 

"You said I was ready, you thought I was. But I couldn't live up to it... My failure caused this."