"...Perhaps Master Karmin, next?", Kypora decides - he's got a stubborn streak that she thinks will help, and she knows next to nothing about Master Ries.

"...Well, if I must."  He joins the meditation with no actual feeling of complaint despite his words, and gets the hang of it readily enough.

And now it's Master Ries, or Knight Jayn.

"Knight Jayn.  Do kindly join us -- don't say that.  Now is not the time.  It will honestly never be, this is not one of your deci-cred novels."

"Why, I can't compliment a lady?  Ah, well.  If I must."

...He is annoyingly good at this, though it makes a sad sort of sense if one squints.

And that just leaves Fynn'che Ries.  Who is, unfortunately quite accountably, unnerved, once they enter the meditation and see what is happening.

"...The last time I thought I could know better than the Force did...  Ended poorly," they murmur.  "But if I must."

    W5-H4 asks, quietly - "Are you sure?"

"How could I possibly be sure?  But I am nontheless convinced."

Master Ries leans on the bedframe, after collecting a set of disposable gloves - there's contact poison, after all - and - fails outright, at least managing to release the technique before it can do any real harm.

"...My apologies.  I am... ill-suited for this, it seems."

"It's all right, sir. We appreciate that you tried."

"I do not appreciate that I was not able to help," he all but hisses.  And, with having failed once spurring him on...

This time, he manages it, the sudden iron will that got him to stand back up after disaster struck, to, even seriously injured and feeling the pain of the lives he lost, try - clamping on to the technique with a vengeance.

He can tell that Pradnakt is monitoring him closely, poised to counterweight his attempt if it's too zealous, but she won't interfere unless and until there's a problem.

Fynn'che Ries has intimate knowledge of where to draw the line.  Lord Pradnakt's intervention will not be required, though it's appreciated that someone would mind.

...Well.  That's this patient done, and the Jedi in various states of "handling this well enough" to "with firmed resolve, quite ready for more".  But, ah...  Lord Pradnakt...

Daisy's already on it. "Ma'am..."

"Yes, right," and Pradnakt steps that fraction back away from the Force, a little frayed around the edges for it but ultimately intact. She glances at Kalbetis, a brief acknowledgement of the Darth's worry, before turning her attention to the next patient.

A brief tip of the head, that might simply look like Darth Kalbetis fixing eyes on that next patient to people who aren't Sith, acknowledges Lord Pradnakt's glance.

(Rafiik, who joined the meditation without fanfare after the rest of the Jedi and has been assisting Knight Bani, doesn't react at all to the minor adjustment in Lord Pradnakt's Force alignment; she was fully Dark when he had breakfast with her this morning, after all, and that went just fine. He does glance from the Sith to the other Jedi, though; he wouldn't be surprised if they don't all take it quite as well.)

Fynn'che Ries is...Looking right through Lord Pradnakt, in the moments after Daisy intervenes.  ...Quite possibly approvingly, which is the strange part.  The others range from mildly disconcerted (Knight Bani), to seemingly oblivious (Knight Jayn), to outright contemplative (Knight Khotar).

"Padawan Vidarra, a lesson - A Jedi releases their emotions to the Force - but not their self.  It may seem easier, to give yourself up to the Force entirely, to forget to care as people do and let only the Force move you - but in the long run, it will destroy you, and with you, the good you alone can do."

"Absolutely don't take me as a role model, here, yes. There's a price to what I'm doing."

    "Yes sir. I wasn't planning on it, ma'am."

"...it is a price I wish no-one felt the need to pay."

Now it's Darth Kalbetis' turn to stare through Master Ries.

"Spoken like someone who knows the price because they've paid it."

"Perhaps I have.  Does it matter?  This, too, is suffering.  And it is the highest calling of a Jedi to alleviate suffering.  Not," they add, "to fight Sith."

Rafiik looks thoughtful. "Yes sir."

Master Karmin looks vaguely disaffected, like he's already been through this lesson a dozen times.  Knight Bani is nodding along in firm agreement.  Knight Jayn is almost confused by the emphasis.  Knight Khotar...  Is simply quiet.  It's hard to tell if he's thinking about this or if he's already reached this conclusion and has nothing further to say about it.

"Sometimes the price is worth it, though."

"...Sometimes.  Sometimes it is.  Sometimes it will be.  To press on and do what one must, because one can.  But neither, I'd say, should one force oneself to pay that sort of price simply because in the moment it's easier than otherwise to sacrifice oneself - as much of a hypocrite as that surely must make me."

"...Well said," is all that Master Fynn'che Ries can say to that.

"...I believe we have other patients to attend...?"  Perhaps leaving these thoughts to percolate is best.