It seems to go more smoothly for her, though there is still a whisper of why stop here.

Stop here because this is where she wants to stop, obviously. 

She ignores the whisper, putting in just enough mental effort to keep her control of the Force from accidentally veering in line with it. 

She nods approvingly.

She grins back. "Should I try a more complicated break, now, Mistress?"

"Perhaps an arm?"

She nods, focuses... And shatters both bones of her left forearm, gasping a bit at the pain. This is worse, shards of bone slicing through blood vessels and muscles as she twitches wrong -

Sangua commands it to heal. 

And heal it does.

The odd sensation of it is much more noticeable with the larger injury, the distinct feeling of a foreign intrusion- But the heady swell of power is also greater.

She clamps down on it, forces the power to her will, dismisses anything she doesn't need. (Like a ruler dismissing a higher ranked slave with an undesired suggestion, and the thought almost makes her flinch. She grits her teeth and keeps her mind on track, though. Anakin can have the identity crises later.)

It takes a little longer than the other times, but she gets it done.

She's breathing very, very steadily by the end, forcing her entire body under her control in a way familiar from meditation - she feels like she's been exerting herself, though, skin flushing and beading with sweat, and her heart rate picks up and her breath starts coming a bit heavy once she loosens the iron grip on her control. 

"You handled that well, my dear. It can be difficult to maintain the necessary mindset under the strain of a major injury."

Heeeee. "Well, I've certainly had practice being injured," she says with a smirk.

"And more to come, no doubt."

"Luckily so. Practice is very important."

"I will not stint in that regard, then."

Shiver!

"An important quality in a teacher."

Kiss.

Wiggle kiss!

And that signals the end of the lesson. Time for Sangua to have her turn of fun.

Mmmmmmm!!!

(She's been having fun this entire time, of course, but there's the thinking kind of fun, and then there's the kind of fun where her Mistress obliterates her ability to have higher thought processes. This: very much the latter.)

A healthy balance between the two is important.

Certainly! 

After, during cuddles: "Think I might get at least a short mission with the Jedi soon..." Yawn and nuzzle. "Lily doesn't want to disrupt my lessons too much, but she knows I like getting off planet... Though you're not off planet, and I don't want to miss these lessons..."

"I will not be so far away as you might think. Send me a message when you know where you will be going, and I will give you an assignment to perform while you are gone."

Grin. "Yes, ma'am."

"I'll tell Lily I'm definitely interested, then."

"Good girl."