Obi-Wan has no need of the Force to sense this is a man in pain. One that is accustomed to hoarding his hurts and huddling inward to avoid any compassionate overtures- he knows the sort quite well. Peel back his cheerful and serene demeanor? This is him, more or less, when in the depths of injury of both body and spirit. "...I was told there were injured that may need company. I've experience enough in being laid up and isolated, as much as I insist solitude suited me quite well while recovering- it is a terribly lonesome vigil to keep."

If only he had some tea to offer, a bottle of water, something more than a flask won in a wager or-

Well, actually.

That might be just the thing. "...I'm uncertain of what your instructions are for your recovery, however-"

Obi-Wan makes a show of leaning, peering about to make certain they are not seen or disturbed before he pulls a flask from his belt pouch, uncapping it. "If this is what your mind conjures after whatever it is you have endured? I'm certain you need a drink as much as you need company."