Kanan paused for a moment to consider that, and then sighed, nodded, and crouched down to un-tuck his pant leg from his boot, rolling it up to expose the knee that had given out on him after he'd thrown down with Charko. He could have made a crack about taking off his pants, but at this point...

Maybe he just didn't feel like it.

"Could probably use some here, too. That knee took a bit of a beating last week."

It wasn't like Charko had been the last of the punishment he'd taken, either.