If she was being really fair about it, Jaina knew that she'd had it surprisingly easy, considering everything she was juggling, and she'd taken it all on in a relatively short amount of time. It also had to be said that she had a lot of help and didn't do any of it alone.

Except when it came to her headstrong teenage padawan who didn't really have a sense of his own mortality yet. Since leaving Coruscant they'd been on the trail of at least some of the One Sith, had a couple skirmishes before they vanished, and there had been a few fights about how to handle oneself in a situation like this when your Master was terrifying in a fight and you were just still learning. At the moment he was probably sulking in the cabin he'd claimed on the ship they'd borrowed, and Jaina was in the pilot's seat, wondering if it'd be wrong to make the Imperial-based Darkmeld Jedi go drinking with her just to commiserate once she got home.

At least for now, she just sent a text. Sometimes I want to apologize for my teen years.

Which was not actually an apology.


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