"Come, young one."

The small Nautolan looked up at the voice that was undeniably speaking to him, finding himself staring up at the Cathar Jedi Sentinel. The feline knight had traded her temple guard armor for the appearance of a merchant-noble. The white, tan, and gold accented tunic and robe had been re-sewn into a dress and cloak that hung off the shoulders of the cat-like warrior. Placing her hand on the small of the child's back, the Sentinel steadied the boy as he hopped off of the crate, then began ushering him toward the off-ramp.

"Stick close to me," Deja cautioned gently, as the pair approached where Kraytan and the other youngling were waiting. "In case we are separated, Sor-Jan will go with Kraytan and you'll stay with me," the temple guard added, giving a brief look up at Kraytan as she spoke, as though seeking affirmation of what she'd just proposed.

Reaching down with one arm, the woman patted the small cylinder at the youngling's side. "Keep that out of sight, but keep it with you. If we're not cautious, there could be trouble," the Cathar explained, stooping down to remove the small lightsaber and tuck it into one of the folds the boy's tunic. 

"Master, do you think we might stop at some water on this planet?" the youngling inquired hopefully.

"If we do, I doubt you'd want to go swimming in it," Deja answered wryly. "The Hutts aren't known for clean environments."