The Jedi library was eerily quiet, it's already quite late into the night but still, she has to remain here to study. Only the faint hum of the single study lamp on her table could be heard, casting a dim light over the holopad she had been staring at for hours. She should be resting after what had happened. But here she was, stuck in the library, forced to study after nearly dying—again.

She sighed, her mind playing back that moment when she’d disobeyed Anakin’s direct orders to retreat, once more letting her instincts override her better judgment.

That recklessness had nearly cost her life, and now, it wasn’t just Anakin’s wrath she had to worry about. The High Council had gotten involved. They weren’t pleased—not one bit. And Mace Windu? She could still feel the weight of his silent glare when she’d tried to talk back, attempting to explain her reasoning. It hadn’t gone well.

Recklessness was the one thing the Council wouldn’t tolerate, especially from a padawan as headstrong and snarky as Ahsoka.

She was half asleep from all the studying she's been doing, she absolutely loathed studying. Spending only 30 minutes in here was already painful, but for a whole week? She screwed up royally.

She pressed her elbow against the long desk, propping her head up with one hand as she tried to focus on the holopad in front of her. It was a dry recounting of Jedi history—one of Master Jocasta Nu’s endless assignments to make her 'reflect' on her actions, the same history that she's read again and again ever since she was a youngling.

She let out another long sigh, she was not enjoying one bit of it. She was itching to be on the frontlines again. She wants action, she wants that adrenaline rush. Anything other than this suffocating place called a 'Jedi library'. Now she's grounded like a youngling.

Great.

But the heavy doors to the Jedi Library creaked open. Her eyes snapped to the entrance, her attention immediately drawn away from the dull holopad. At At this hour? Rarely anyone would be here this late.