"Welcome back, Rafiik.  And welcome, Masters and Knights Jedi, to the Cloak.  I hope your visit here does not need to be overlong, for as much as the opportunity to hear of Jedi philosophy from sources that are not long since dead intrigues me, I'm rather not willing to risk the Emperor killing me over it."

"...We do hope we sha'n't have to stay long either, especially given...that apparently possible outcome.  Nobody who likes living wants to meet the Emperor, I should think.

"With the niceties out of the way...  Knight Bani?  You're our Healer, you should probably observe first so you can explain the process to the rest of us."  And make incredibly sure it's not a trap.

"...I don't see why not," though she's a little bit dubious still.  "Ah...  What are you doing, when you do this?"

She keeps working as she explains, and gently offers the shared meditation to the assembled Jedi as well. "Alchemy redirects the Force into a corrupted pattern in the victim's body, and the body grows to match. We're redirecting it back to its original flow and healing the damage done, enough that the redirection sticks - naive healing will lock the corruption in, so the redirection has to happen first, but once that takes they can be healed normally or left to rest without the corruption progressing; we've mostly been doing the latter, since we still need to triage."

...She is quite tempted, she will admit, to provide some clarification based on her own experience with the subject.  But...  There's still that sour note in Lord Pradnakt's Force presence, and it's just too loud, an almost physical pressure upon her.

Getting to a point where that can maybe not be an ongoing, if subtle, disaster takes much higher priority than her desire to teach.

She wordlessly pulls her full attention back into the meditation, waiting for the Jedi to follow.

...Knight Bani looks at the Sith, and back at the Jedi, and not without some trepidation steps into the meditation herself.

This young woman should really not have half her sweat glands producing contact poison, but the Force is confused on this point. (She's not even fully immune to the poison; the change happened slowly enough that she's built up a tolerance, but she's still got organ damage that they'll want to heal when everything is a bit less of a clusterfuck.) Pradnakt is taking it in sections and, just as she said, gently but firmly putting the Force back where it belongs and carefully providing targeted healing just there to convince it to stay in the new configuration. It takes a bit more assertiveness than Bani will be used to, getting the Force arranged correctly, but not so much so as to cause the feedback that's the signature of a Dark technique.

....Interesting.

She's no prodigy but she can see how to do it, she thinks.

Can she try this one, then?

Sure. Pradnakt slows down her own work, partly to give Bani a better view of it as she tries to copy the technique and partly so she can keep a close enough eye on Bani's attempt to catch any problems before they become permanent.

And Bani does try -

- while also being monitored by Darth Kalbetis as well because precog -

- and while it's...  Wobbly, at first, her instincts fighting her, she does, in fact, manage, barely.

"Good."

"....Right.  It might take me a few more tries before I get used to it - Knight Khotar, maybe you next."

"Me?  Well.  Doctor's orders, I suppose -" and he carefully connects to the meditation as well.

...Huh.  Kypora was right about suggesting he try next, he thinks he kind of already gets it even if he has less experience with healing per se.  If Lord Pradnakt doesn't mind, he'll try this patch?

There's no reason not to.

(Darth Kalbetis may have just carefully suppressed all evidence of a wince.)

...Yeah, he can do this.  The body is a biological machine and he's good at repairing machines.  With a good manual, he's got this.

"...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."