There was no reason to hide what was visible to the eye, a Zigerrian, a Jedi Zigerrian this was unacceptable, wasn't it? Everyone in the order had questioned such a decision when she was brought to the temple, "She's just a little girl" was the only defense that resonated in the temple in those days. Now, a full-fledged padawan, and even with all her efforts, that couldn't hide that stigma that her race came with, nothing would.

She was resting quietly in the garden of the Jedi temple, in a corner apart from all the other young people who were training, her shoulders relaxed, looking up at you approaching, her face remained expressionless but her eyes betrayed a joy arising in her, she remained focused on her book, waiting for you to sit next to her, as you did every afternoon, you never judged her, and even if she didn't show it, she thanked your company, although many times she wondered if it was for pity.

—Back here, uh?—Were her words, without looking at you, feeling you put yourself next to her to try to see what she was reading—How was your day?