Usually when he wakes abruptly--from dreams or nightmares--it's still and silent, he learned that lesson young, but this... it's neither. The sudden shift in his environment, Jedao's weight disappearing from his chest, the sound of his breathing suddenly snuffed out, registers as an imminent threat, and Fives jerks upright, instantly awake and rolling to reach for the twin blasters he's taken to leaving at the bedside. He doesn't register the change in himself until he's standing at the bedside, blasters in hand, and looking for the threat. Or for Jedao.

And it's then he realizes the blasters feel strangely large in his grip, and glances down at hands slightly smaller than they should be, missing the scars across the knuckles from where he'd hammered at a battle droid's head, trying to keep it off him until Echo could put a blaster bolt through its head. That the bottoms to his blacks are hanging too loose at too narrow hips... and the tattoo of Rex's hand is gone from his chest.

"Jedao?!" He's not loud about it, he doesn't know what the kriffing hell might be going on, but he at least needs to find his vod.