As the thawing process continues, Garth'zel slowly becomes aware again. He feels like he was waking up from a nap, albeit probably the worst one in his life. The hissing sound of the carbonite dissolving confirms his suspicions, and he drops to the floor, landing on hands and knees as it finally releases him enough to let him fall.

He spends some time with his eyes closed as he resists the urge to be sick. This felt worse than the last time, and given he had been dying of carbonite poisoning, that was saying something. At least Lana was there with the cure to keep him from dying on her and make her efforts to rescue him a waste of time.

"How long?" he rasps when he feels up to speaking, opening his eyes and blindly turning his head in the direction he could sense another individual's presence. A presence surrounded in the light side of the Force and powerfully so, making it clear what kind of person has found him. Well then. This may turn out to be interesting, depending on how offended whoever this Jedi is decides to be about his own darkness swirling around him even if there's plenty of light to offset it.