Blink. "The Council has done this before? Or after."

"There are other circumstances through which one may be severed from the Force."

She feels pulled in circles. Kreia's words at once confusing, but also clear.

"The Force isn't everything." Beat. "I mean, obviously it is, but being one with the Force doesn't have to define everyone. Shouldn't."

She sighs, so fucking tired, and presses firmly against Atton's back. "You must be hungry. I'll bring you something to eat, and once we've all rested we can talk of the future."

"Mm," she has that tiny smile again, "Indeed, it has been quite a while since I last ate. I will remain here, and await your return." 

She settles in on the bunk, closing her blind eyes to meditate.

Atton is scowling, but he does at least reholster his blaster. 

She runs her hand down his back, out of sight from the other woman, then turns. Her heavy boots loudly marking her exit... she only doubts that she will hear him follow a minuscule amount.

There's a moment where it seems he might not follow... but no, he turns and stalks after her, his boots making softer noises in her wake. 

T3 tilts his dome to look at them as they enter the central hub of the ship, releasing a concerned whistle.

Isk pokes their dome out of the hall leading up to the cockpit.

<Intruder?> they demand. 

"If that's what you call Revan's old Jedi Master. She's calling herself Kreia, now. Do you remember her, Isk? I never met the infamous Arren Kae." She pauses. "Which might have been on purpose..."

Isk deets thoughtfully to themself, <Was,> they agree, <Smartest thing Stupid Jedi did. Careful, Little Sunspot.> 

"So I'm right to be worried, then," Atton grumbles behind her. 

Sharra turns, instinctively reaching out to him.

"She was controversial. But I don't know exactly why..." she looks to Isk again?

<Sought knowledge. Curiosity. Dark Side. Stupid Jedi worried for other reasons, though,> they note, <Persuasive. Manipulative. Always plans.> 

-he takes her hand.

"Isn't that their MO? Plans within plans, persuasion and manipulation." 

"...it's one part of being a Jedi. Not the whole of it and some lean more that way than others." She squeezes his hand and thinks. "She was found on this ship - the first time. Did either of you see her then?"

<Not this droid. Entered ship to escape battle on Harbinger. Did not see her.>

T3 beeps a negative, <Old Jedi was not on ship before Harbinger!> he insists. 

"You mentioned Harbinger before... Republic ship?"

Affirmative tweet! 

<Sent to look for Little Sunspot,> Isk adds.

"Which suggests that she was on the Harbinger. It's not unusual for a Jedi to travel that way, and keeping her presence hidden would have been a smart move, considering the bounty." But. She looks at Atton. "Did she say anything before I stumbled in?"

"Just, you know, "About time you found me,"" he makes a credible attempt at mimicking her voice, "Then she ignored me." 

She can't help the smile at the mimicry. "No accounting for taste," she replies.

She looks around the area. "Sadly we can't kick her off the ship here. Jedi can survive for a little in no atmo, but this is a little excessive..."

She thinks aloud. "Stay here for a few days, take inventory, heal a little, and try and get off the radar of anyone that's looking. Then we find a busy backwater no place planet and get our feet under us. She can hop off there and find her own way."