Extremely clingy hug, yes.

She immerses herself in the feeling of comfort and fondness, though her body's shaking only increases, until she's crying again. There's no horror choking her now, though. Just...

Relief.

Good.

When she's calmed down, they can head over to the outpost.

She calms down fairly quickly, though she's still quieter than usual, less bouncy.

And she's eager to finish her lightsaber.

The Jedi base on Ilum is mostly underground, or underice as it were, cut into a glacier. Elesse lands the ship in the hanger. As they disembark, cold-hardened maintenance droids begin to see to the refueling process. One of the attendant Knights can show Anakin to the fabrication stations if she'd like to get started, or to the dining hall or domitories if she'd prefer to get some rest first. (They're not strangers to hosting Padawans disturbed by visions in the crystal caves.)

She wants to get started. (There's an energy buzzing under her skin, now.)

Then she can do so. Here are all the tools and materials she'll need.

Elesse will go off and wait for her to finish.

She drops into a meditative focus as she works, letting the Force help her, listening to its little nudges about this or that modification. It's calming, the last vestiges of worry floating free of her mind, her resolve firming up quietly in the background.

It takes her a while to finish, and she's dried eyed, throat parched and stomach unhappy, when she drifts back out of the blending mindset she'd been in.

Perhaps some tea?

That sounds good, yeah. (Sugary, as always.)

Of course.

Elesse would like to see her new saber, if she doesn't mind.

Not at all!

She holds it out.

"Very nice. I think it suits you."

It's ornate, certainly, the detailing sharp and geometric.

"Thanks! I like it. And I found a purple crystal for the blade, so I bet it's pretty."

"Oh? How fortunate. I look forward to our next spar."

"I am too!" Sparring is something she'd have really, really missed if she left being a Jedi behind...

"Are you ready to go back to Coruscant?"

"Yeah. I think I am."

Then they can depart.

She's restless on the flight back, splitting her time between examining her saber, meditating, and asking questions or musing about her scraps of vision - she records her memories of them in as fine a detail as she can, frowning over the words.

Elesse will save the talk about obsession for if it becomes necessary. The experience is still fresh for her Padawan, so it's best to work through it.

After her most recent mulling over the final vision: "Darth Vader - that's a Sith name, isn't it?"

"It has the form of one, certainly."

"Trying to call back to the Sith... I guess that me just wanted people scared, as much as she wanted anything..."

She shakes her head. "I - don't know why I would've done any of that..."

"There is a long gap of time between now and the then-that-might-be. One that is, I suspect, filled with terrible things. Things that would have changed you."

"Then I need to just not let them."