"It is my intention to see her my apprentice, and safely off this world before the issue arises."

Tight nod. (Some of her ferocity eases.)

"Are you not concerned for yourself?"

"Brin goes where I go, and I go where she goes."

"That confident, are you?"

"Yes."

Hum.

"My lord... Could you take a second apprentice?"

"It would be possible, in this confusion. But why should I?"

She has to struggle for a moment to drag back up some of the mindset, the logic of this world - the knowledge that the Sith sees only an acolyte - 

"I have potential, and I learn quickly," she says. "I'm powerful in the Force." An understatement. "I'm good at surviving, and at understanding people. I return what I'm given, and won't be the first to betrayal. And for taking both of us - Brin and I complement each other well. She's strong where I'm weak, and vice versa."

"Why do I get the feeling you will insist on following no matter my answer?"

"Because you're an intelligent, insightful woman."

"Flattery now?"

"Is truth also flattery now, my Lord?"

"That depends on the intent with which it is said."

Somewhat wry smile. "I would like staying with Brin to be - logistically simplified - and an apprenticeship with someone who actually knows a lot about the Force and who won't trivially discard us - but I highly doubt flattering you alone will get me that. You don't seem the kind to fall for it."

"I see."

"I do have room on my ship for one more."

"Would you be willing to take the two of us with you then, my Lord?"

"I am."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"Let us be off, then."

They'll follow.

"What should I call you, my Lord?"

"Occlus."

Nod. "I'm Lily."

"Well met, Lily."