Their Aunt looks sad. "I do wish you could have grown in a safer world."

"Gotta make the best of what we have."

"And make what we have better."

Small smile. "Well said."

"So where are we starting?"

Hum. "I think I'll leave your first steps to my own teacher..." And she steps back. 

And her bearing and demeanor subtly, almost indefinably changes.

"Hello, girls."

- What?!?

She catches it, that something's different - she's caught that same subtle difference with her Auntie before, but had always written it off. She's never seen the swap just - moment to moment, though. 

"...What?"

"We've only the one body between us, you see."

"Then how did you... teach... her..."

She laughs. "It wasn't always like this. We had to economize when the Republic fell."

"I had a body of my own until then," says an unfamiliar-yet-familiar voice from behind them. 

Dalia eeps, startled.

She laughs. 

"You two are enjoying this too much," she accuses.

"Not our fault you're fun to tease."

Mrrr.

"We've been waiting a long time for the moment to introduce ourselves to you properly."

"It's - good to meet you properly, then."

"...Do you go by different names?"

"Felisa is a cover we share. My name is Elesse."

"Mine was Anakin once, though - I'm more comfortable with other names. So you can call me Fantosme."

"Like the generals?"

"Yes. That was us."

She's heard a lot of conflicting stories about that time - she's unsure what to ask first, which means she should probably hold her tongue and ask after she's had a chance to think...

"So you're both like, famous. Is that how you met Mama?"