[b][right][color=39b54a]Week 7, Day 2, Early Morning
Location: Twi'lek underground village[/color][/right][/b]

Lo relaxed as she watched him take the bowl, eating the simple breakfast. She was thankful the Twi'lek had learned how to make their fires smokeless. However, they still needed to be careful. Any fires could easily lead the Sith and the Slavers back to their door. It wouldn't help anyone. 

The younger bothan sipped her tea as she considered the future for a single moment. Her master's question interrupted her thoughts causing her to look at him. It left her scrambling for a reply which she had none. Her fur bristled a bit then settled down once more. 

"Speaking bluntly, Master. Ever since we came to Ryloth, have I ever been ready for the day? From slavers to sith, the time spent here has taught me one thing. Readiness is an illusion for life. No one is truly prepared for whatever a day will bring." Lo paused for a moment, a bit surprised by the words she spoke. They were truthful, but sounded weird coming from her. 

She sighed. "Sorry, the short answer is no. I am not." 

Her hand began to rip a piece off the bead then folded it, scooping some yellow mush onto it.  She popped it into her mouth and chewed. A thick and grainy texture, but a strong favor. The padawan rather enjoyed it. 

"How are the herbs working? I decided to experiment and alter the herbs, substituting one for another. One that was a bit easier to get around the village."