"I suppose so."

"You hungry or anything?" he asks, switching tack.

"Yeah, I guess. And I could use a shower."

"You take care of that. I'll put some dinner together."

"Thank you. Oh, can you contact Occlus at all? She might be interested in a holocron Brin has."

"I'll let her know."

And now a much needed shower.

And then dinner.

And then Occlus is back.

"Lord Occlus."

"Apprentice. I am pleased to see you whole."

"You as well. Did you find out who did it? And why?"

"A pawn of Thanaton, seeking to weaken me."

"Which? Also did you get the holocron from Brin, I thought you'd be interested—also I like her can we keep her?"

"I suspect we will be able to. She faces but one more trial tonight. Upon the morrow we shall know if she passed."

"Awesome! And the holocron?"

"XoXaan's, yes. It is extraordinarily rare for that to be recovered by an acolyte. Well done."

"Thank you! I'd like to see it sometime."

"When Thanaton is dead, I will have access to the archival recording."

"Cool. You did figure out who was behind it?"

"His identity would be meaningless to you. And is no longer important."

"Fair enough."

"This still disturbs you."

"It does," she admits.

"Why?"