You had been injured recently on a mission with Yord, a blaster shot pierced your abdomen, luckily for both of us did not damage any important organs, after a few weeks you were as good as new...but not for Yord. You got on the ship with your clean clothes getting ready for the mission, bumping into it head on

—You will not come with us

It was his words, his serious and firm countenance, his arms crossed, his firm body preventing you from moving forward

—You are still in recovery, you are not ready