"I don't expect her to agree to this, but if she would demonstrate that trick of appearing as a Jedi in front of the Council, that would ease a great many worries."

"I can ask. Maybe if it didn't have to be in the Council chamber; I think for this we could go to Milliways."

Hug.

Snuggle.

After a while, the kobold slips out and goes to check on that one garden where her students might be.

There are three of them there. They have some questions, while she's here.

And she has answers.

She hangs around after she's done - maybe someone else will show up - and, on a whim, checks the reception area.

There are three Sith, in three separate cells.

Cool! (Well, mostly.)

And what are they up to?

One's another wall-kicker, one's pacing around, one's just kinda sitting there.

...does she want to talk to a Sith. Yeah, actually, she kinda does. She teleports to the reception area and works out how to get close enough to just-sitting to be in translation range, and then opens a couple of portals so they can talk.

"Hi," she starts with.

Wall-kicker and sitter ignore her. Pacer looks around for the source of the voice.

Third time's the charm, apparently.

"I'm just checking in. Has anyone else been by to talk to you yet?"

"Yes."

"Good. Did they treat you okay?"

"Why do you care."

"Because you're a person, and you should be treated okay unless there's a good reason not to."

"Weakness."

"Maybe. But the kind of strength you have wouldn't get me what I want, anyway."

"And what is it that you want?"

"People to be safe and happy, mostly."

"Weakness," they snort again, and turn away from the portal her voice is coming from.

Sure. She closes the portal and heads back to the garden.

Soon enough, it's dinnertime; she leaves a little early to find Raafi, and brings him with her to the cafeteria.

Dinner hugs!

Yay! Hugs!

"How was your afternoon?"

"Mostly uneventful!"