Darth Jadus was still too far ahead of him. Edwon kept hurrying forward, expecting to trip at any second, preparing himself to have to roll back to his feet when it happened and hoping he wouldn't scratch himself up. He was almost at a jog now, annoyed that the taller man was being so inconsiderate, when --

He crashed straight into something solid.

For a second he was disoriented again, but he could feel that something in his mind, like a jolt down through his spine. Darth Jadus, a hint of his usually overpowering presence finally seeping through. Edwon tensed, but he'd already grabbed onto his robes in an effort to keep himself from falling, and there was no coming back from this.

"That was unintentional." And that was a poor apology. He let go. "I thought you were further ahead. Apologies, My Lord."