"It really would."

She's hit by a sudden, and absurd, thought, and allows the chuckle, and the thought, to slip out.  "I wonder which one of us left that this would make the alleged Sith'ari.  Never held much stock in that so-called prophecy, anyway.  It seemed more like wishful thinking."

Pradnakt replies with an amused scoff of her own. "Between a Councilor, a prodigy, and your thing, there's plenty for future generations to debate about it, I guess. Doesn't seem like our problem though."

"No, it does not," she declares, still amused.

"Anyway - you would, in principle, like to - be, present yourself as, a healer?"

She considers the idea for a moment.

"Not solely, I think that's just as bad an idea now as it was last year. Primarily, maybe, once I know more about what we'll be doing. I'm also an artist, and twenty years ago I was a rising star of a lightsaber engineer; I don't know if there'll be call for the latter anymore but I intend to stick with the former."

"Artist and healer...  I think that could really do something for you, in terms of - sympathy and acceptance."

"Yeah, I think so too. We could go back and get-" she half-turns to address Daisy before remembering what she's doing. "I built a lot of sculptures during my hermitage; not all of them are movable but some of them are. Nine has some work out there too. - actually I wonder what ever happened to - it's got to be long gone by now, though. A piece I left in my master's compound."

"The one that was over your bed? You could recreate it."

"Nah, it wouldn't be the same."

"...Where would that piece have been, anyway?  For all I know I took over that territory after you left.  But - no, I think let them see your work in situ.  It will hit harder to see how long you were - in exile."

"I'm not sure Jedi are the right audience for all of it, but there's only one or two pieces I'd want to take down, and you're right that the rest tell the story. We actually wrote up a guide before we left, Daisy can send you a copy. The other - it was Pritruth's compound; Grauzatis was his more famous apprentice and I assume took the credit for him. The piece was a relief, the sky coming into sunset, stone and gems."

"...Grauzatis did not survive Pritruth by very much time at all, as it happens.  Months, at best, depending on how long they were able to keep up a façade."

She seems - satisfied to be making this declaration.

"He died of a sudden and overwhelming structural failure, that just so happened to also destroy both his, and one so-called Lord Ocnem's, alleged 'research'."

"I'm not sure your artwork survived, but I'm not sure it didn't, either."

"Good. What was wrong with Ocnem, I don't know much about what he was doing."

...shit.

She looks to Elcie.

Why are you looking at me, she doesn't say at Kalbetis' inquiry, I don't have detailed enough modelling to be better than your instincts yet!

She looks at Daisy for a go/no-go, not that she necessarily expects this to work.

(Her Force presence is very subdued all of a sudden.)

Well she doesn't know what's going on either. "We can speak privately for a minute if you'd like."

"That may be wise."

"Sure." She pats Nine's shoulder on her way out and he unfolds to follow her.

"Yes ma'am?"

"...Lord Pradnakt doesn't know much about Ocnem's research because she was one of the primary subjects of it.  Would she want to know this."

"Ah, In the year leading up to Pritruth's death? She'll want to know but the details should wait until the end of the conversation, she'll want some time to herself afterward. I can tell her, if you'd like."

"...I feel as though -

"I'm the bearer of the bad news.  I shouldn't fob it off to you; she'll likely need your support, and hearing it from you might make that harder."

"We've done things that way before and been fine, but if you'd like to tell her yourself I don't expect any problems with that."

"...Honestly, I would much rather leave this judgement call up to someone who has known her longer than I have."