"Sure you don't want back up?" He takes a - much less painful - sip of his stew, making a pleased noise as he does so, "Hey, not bad." 

"My crowning achievement. And I'll be fine. I think she wants to catch me alone for a little bit anyway. Putting it off seems hazardous."

"Right, well. I'll be in the dorm, then." He lifts his bowl in salute, and then backs up and turns into the hallway leading starboardwards. 

Sharra watches him go. She does really like watching him walk away.

And after a few (half the bowl) sips of her own stew, she picks up the second and makes her way to Kreia.

Kreia is sat meditating on the floor of the port dormitory. She looks up when Sharra enters, tilting her head in an inquiring way.

"Yes?" 

"Stew? There's a less spicy version, but I thought you might like the more intense."

She reaches up to take it.

"Ah... Zaldrie stew. It has been a long time since I smelled this aroma." 

She passes it to her carefully.

"It was the first meal my master and I shared together. It's not quite the same, we don't have all the ingredients, obviously. But it's as close as I could make it."

She takes a careful sip from the bowl.

"It is perfectly fine," she is assured, "The Zygerian groundlily powder is an adequate substitute for... whatever it was that Revan put into that stew," she smiles slightly, almost fond. 

"His most closely guarded secret. I once tried to sneak into his dreams to find out, when I was a padawan. He chased me off with a hoard of dragons."

She chuckles, "Yes, he always was obsessed with those beasts. I suppose it's a good thing we were never granted permission to visit his homeworld, or he might have made off with one of their eggs." 

"You think he needed permission?"

"Hmm. With the most promising young Jedi in my care, and my history of interest in fringe Force theories and practices, we were under rather too much scrutiny. Further, his mother had warned the order against it," she takes another sip of her stew, savoring it for a long moment. 

"I never met his mother, but we visited his home-world twice, before the war. We changed our appearance, of course. But we spent some time there, learning the culture. It is truly the most breathtaking place I have ever been."

"Ah," she chuckles again, "And he didn't leave with a dragon?"

"He did not." But only because the first time he travelled there, he left with an egg. "But he was tempted. I also have some Zaldyrian ancestry, so, if it were possible we would have left with two."

"Ah! That's quite interesting. You know, they're a very isolated system." She tilts her head, considering Sharra. 

She lets herself be considered!

"I'm a whole bunch of things, if that helps."

She hums, "Indeed."

"Have you thought on my words, while you cooked?" 

Right. Hm.

She sits down before the other woman, so as to be on her same level. Crosses her legs - for a moment brought back to her past at the academy. She shakes it off.

"A lot has happened today. A lot of information and revelations. I'm pretty overwhelmed."

"That is quite understandable. After twenty years with little change, so much at once must be quite strange to you." 

Sharra nods, and shifts a little bit, trying to get comfortable. She has no idea how she used to sit like this for so long. Her ass already hurts.

"You were right when you said I felt it. When I was fighting Coorta and his men. And..." she stops, and considers her words and experiences. "I don't think it was the first time."

"Your bond with, hm. That boy, who follows you so loyally. He has some measure of Force Sensitivity. As you became closer to him, you will have begun to feel what he feels, I believe."

She keeps her eyes closed.

"In hindsight... yes. It was my gift, the bonds I could form. I'm sure you know. I would greatly appreciate it you if could avoid mentioning his Force Sensitivity to him. Or others."