Satele should have heeded the warnings. Perhaps then neither of you would be in this position. She'd see the radiance in your eyes and delight in your grin. Not a solemn darkness that churned within you like a parasite. Satele acknowledged how deep the repercussions of the dark side ran—and thus how difficult it was for you to return to the light.

How did it take you so long to break free? Satele understood she could not fault you. You had little recollection of what had happened, and Satele was reluctant to tell you.

She cast a few glances at you as she freshly brewed some tea for the two of you, observing your expression—or lack thereof, really. Satele would be lying if she said she didn't miss your occasional jokes and comments here and there. The teacup was warm in Satele's palm as she placed it in front of you, as she took a sip of her own, allowing the herb flavour to linger on her tongue.

"How are you feeling today?"

A simple question—but one she would pose every time she saw you. Hoping for an entirely distinct answer each time—something positive, at least.