"... I'm Luke?" He looked at Yoongi, eyes a little wide and then he shuffled back from a moment, just to consider everything in his tiny, sleepy brain. He looked at the bars under the bed, stroked his fingers along them and then rolled back onto his tummy and wiggled half out of the bed. Face to the carpet, he held his hand up fearfully. He wanted to be a Jedi a lot, he just didn't want to lose his arm like Luke did. "Promise?"

If they promised no hurting then he wouldn't lose his arm and maybe he could see appa. He had to come back soon. "Promise no hurting."