The shuttle ride had been tense, to say the least. The "prisoners" had surrendered easily, yet Brye wasn't sure what to expect from the Dark Sider, or even from Jaslyn. Standing next to one of her own, a close friend at that, "guarding" her, as an escort, it didn't sit well with Brye. Never had she imagined something like this from Jaslyn, what had happened earlier that day to make her want to parade around with a Dark Sider?

The violent storms, the deaths of Jedi. Brye had hearn whispers already, Elav Chiyoa had been amongst one of the Jedi killed today. While trying to protect their own, Jedi had died on Tython, their [i]home[/i]. None of this was right. 
The Padawan had spotted Satele but had made no attempt at speaking with her yet. Not much needed to be said, in reality. Brye figured Satele had already gotten word of what happened in the desert, and she did [i]not[/i] want to be around when it came to questioning Jaslyn and San. Satele Shan was not one to disobey or anger, especially not by doing something rash such as pairing up with a Dark Sider or striking out in anger. 

Still holding Jaslyn's belt, Brye would wait until Satele was ready to speak with her, if at all. Meanwhile, the Padawan brushed her fingers over the cuts on her face, attempting to clean the sand out of them as they stung.