"Exactly. It'd be a whole regression for me, too. Sith is so last decade." 

She presses her face back against his neck. Just. Exasperated. How dare he make her laugh.

He smirks, rubbing up and down her back. 

Isk beeps exasperation, <Will be in main room,> they say, <Do not damage self further.> 

"Yes, boss," she mumbles into Atton's skin. Mmm.

For now. Just snuggles.

Yeah. And pushing her cup back up to her mouth so she can drink more. He can feel how dry her throat is.

Bossy. She sips and soothes her throat.

"Thank you. My head feels... clearer than it's felt in a long time."

"It was still affecting you, even if you couldn't feel it in the Force?"

"I suppose trauma isn't Force exclusive," she jokes, lightly. But. "It was still inside me. Still is. Even if I can't actively feel it."

His hand lingers over her middle back, fingers trailing a circle there.

"What... Was that, anyway. I mean, obviously the... screaming... But the other part."

She doesn't get distracted with the nicefeel, but it does calm her down more.

"I don't know. It's almost..." she trails off, unsure of her train of thought.

He's silent, letting her think. 

"Do you know much about the Mass Shadow Generator?"

"Uh... Not really. Not my area. There was something about gravity?" 

"It creates a black hole from the mass shadow of the planet. Drawing everything in. Ripping reality apart. Inside is... nothing. Emptiness."

"So... What, you have a black hole in your soul?"

"Or something close to it." She shakes her head. "I don't know. I'd like to talk to Rhae about it, or Kreia, I suppose."

"Maybe he left another message with T3," he'd rather she get her information from that vector, himself. 

She agrees. And sighs.

"Need to try again. With the shields you've built, it won't happen again. We should try and reach out to her."

"You sure? You feel pretty shook up." 

Mmmmyeah. She feels shaky and gross and all she wants to do is be held by him.

"Life goes on."

He sighs, "Okay, fine," he sits up, "Like last time?"

Yup. She reluctantly moves out of his lap and sits across from him.

Takes his hands. "When you're ready."

"Let's just get it over with," he says, closing her eyes and reaching for that sense of her in his mind. 

It's easy. Easier than breathing, less than a thought away. The bond between them open and strong.

She squeezes his hands and follows suit.