Hmm.

"I don't think I'm lying to myself like that."

"Good."

"You'll want to be careful not to start, then."

"Fair enough."

Back to studying, then.

There's a lot, which steadily becomes more and more apparent, each lesson revealing a world of things the Keres could, someday, know. Each opening her mind to things she does know, now. They could spend a lifetime just in this cabin learning and growing if they wanted, and they'd still have more to learn. (Or, so Anakin claims.)

Sadly, there are mild concerns like 'paying for the rent' (it's very cheap especially what with this being the off season, and she has a lot of money, but cheap doesn't mean free) and 'the Keres has that pesky arrest warrant out.' Plus - Anakin is driven to learn more of the world and of powers (albeit subtly).

Even that - she can put it off.

She's... Anxious, really, about ensuring the Keres' safety in the long term. She doesn't express it like that, of course -

But, she'd really like to get seriously working on that spaceship, and they can scavenge some raw materials but not really enough out here, not for a hyperdrive.

(And, the eternal problem - too much scavenging, too many strange purchases, risks making it obvious there's a Tinker in the area.)

There are ways to do quite a lot with surprisingly little- but yes. At the end of the day, they will need materials.

But her training in the Force continues apart from those concerns. She practices, meditates, trains her mind and body. Her discussions with Anakin begin to open up her viewpoint. She doesn't fully agree with the pacifism, might not ever adopt it herself... But she can understand the viewpoint. Understand why Anakin thinks that way, why she thinks it's important.

Several weeks later, the Keres says "I've been thinking about changing my name."

She inclines her head. "What to?"

"I'm not sure. The keres were Greek myths, scavengers of battlefields who would pick souls to carry away."

"That... doesn't seem to fit me, anymore."

"I don't know much of this world's mythology," she says. "But - I could tell you something of mine, or of our history, or of names in general."

"I'd appreciate that."

"I haven't consistently gone by Anakin Skywalker, for one - that was the name given to me at birth, but for a time, I was known only as Darth Vader..."

She describes the naming tradition of the Sith, and how those names were chosen - there's pain in her, deep and old, and she does clarify that she isn't really a Sith anymore, but...

It's context. 

The history of the galaxy is long and convoluted, and her mother was a slave taken to Anakin's home world from elsewhere, one among numerous displaced souls - the myths she was raised with were formless, shifting, nameless things, never fully one tradition nor another, growing and twisting with every step in the chain.

She'd - liked the history she learned as a Jedi better, honestly, though she notes it's somewhat strange to take on another person's full name. Their family or clan name, certainly. There's groups she can tell her padawan about, though, if she wants to adopt another collective name.

(She mentions, off handed, briefly, that 'Skywalker' is very likely to become a myth name, sooner or later.)

"Maybe I'll be Skywalker," she says, teasing.

- It's hard to tell on a translucent blue ghost, but, she just might be blushing extremely furiously. Her eyes are definitely wide enough, and she doesn't respond immediately. 

She laughs.

"Ah, I don't exactly object - uh - it might get recognized, when we get off this planet and into galactic civilization..."

"Myths have to be famous, right?"

Giggle blush. "I suppose so."

"I'll be Skywalker, then."

"I'm honored."

"I'll try to live up to it."

"A tumultuous history is going to be part of the story of the name, I think."

"I - "

"There's nothing you need to live up to. Just a new future to forge."

"All right."

(She adores her student. She - hadn't expected the strength of it when this all started. Hadn't expected how it's quickly overcome her pain, which only lingers at night, now, when her student isn't in front of her being wonderful. And even at night - she's more at peace.)

(She'd be full to bursting with this emotion if she still had a body to contain it in.)

"I'll help, of course."

(Skywalker is sensitive enough now to pick up on this. She smiles.)

"Thank you."

"It's my pleasure."

"I can tell it is."