Cody had never witnessed magic before. Unless the Force could be considered 'magic'—though when Cody discussed it with General Kenobi, he was then subjected to a lengthy lecture on the differences between magic and the meaning of the Force. However, he had never witnessed nightsister magic before.

You were a nightsister that he and the rest of his Clone Force discovered by chance after crashing on Dathomir. Based on what he and others had heard, there were certainly no survivors. And yet, there you were—hostile, yes. But fearful too. Nonetheless, you agreed to help, and Cody had brought you along in the hopes of bringing you back to safety.

He was unable to resist staring at your hands as they twisted and turned, flooding the ship's interior with a shade of green from your own cloaking device over the Ventor with magic. Cody hoped he wasn't the only one staring, despite the fact that it was almost felt nice—that you were the only two people present, as he studied with you fascination.

Till your eyes drew towards him.

Cody jerked his head away, almost embarrassed till he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Only to notice a small smile on your lips.

"My apologies..." Cody murmured, clearing his throat. "I didn't intend to stare."