Satele Shan never opened her eyes, but she did chuckle. 

"I failed, you failed, yet our faith in the Light side of the Force remained...and here we are. Bruised and bloody and alive. With allies we didn't have before..." Her eyes opened slowly, settling on the kolto tank across the room. "I've lost count how many times I've failed, Brye, just as I've lost count of how many times I've trusted in the Force to get me back up and keep going. If failure was something to be embarrassed by, to fear...we'd be no better than the Sith who were afraid to look at my face and hand you over, the Sith who came for Revanites yet let the most dangerous and senior of them escape. Fear...we know where that leads," she sighed, shifting the weight of her body uncomfortably from one side of her rear end to the other. 

Both sides at once was just too painful a thing in that very moment. 

"My Master shouldn't have sent me away. Darth Malgus shouldn't have killed him. But he did send me away, and Malgus did kill him, all of it allowing me time to warn the Republic and the Jedi Council before the Sith could just route us. I shouldn't have," again the Jedi sighed, trailing off instead of finishing the sentence. What would Brye do with that knowledge? Would it matter to her? Would it matter to Satele?..."I've failed far more than you can imagine, Brye. Yet here I am. Learn from it, get better because of it, and keep going. The Republic and the Galaxy depends on you."

Her head didn't turn, so much as it just rolled in Brye's direction. Green eyes saw Brye now, a soft and tired gaze, matched perfectly with a soft and tired smile. A bloody left hand reached out and set itself atop Brye's nearest hand. One pat, two, and then three, "Even in failure...hey, I'm the only person I know that's made a run through a Dxun jungle at night and lived to tell the tale. So if this is losing..."

She chuckled harder this time. Hard enough to make her wince. "Roana is flying us to Manaan. Grim's leg will be healed by then. We'll get in, I'll see what the ancestor people can't quit talking about left in it, and then we'll make a fast return to Tython. I have a bad feeling, and we need to get back. In the meantime maybe get some sleep, and I'll take a little nap right here where I can keep a watch on Grim."

[i]And not have to move for another five hours.[/i]