Trace blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dim of the hut. After a moment she was able to make out a figure, with white hair, and someone lying on a bed. When the white-haired man spoke, Trace realized that she recognized the voice. ”Ryosuke!” she exclaimed, slipping the rest of the way through the curtain. Having spent nearly all her life amongst the students at the jedi temple, she wasn’t one to forget a face. A genuine smile came across her face as she approached the male. ”I was looking for the leader here and someone directed me to this tent. Were you assigned here as well?”

As she got closer to the bed, she realized that the body lying on it was absent of the force and her smile fell, ”Oh, I’m sorry, I think I might have interrupted something…” she said, suddenly quiet and awkward. It had been so long since she’d seen Ryosuke at the temple she realized she had been sloppy in her eagerness to greet him.