"No." Came the curt reply from the Princess. R2-D2 beeped its concern. Kijani, dressed in soft clean white robes with her lightsaber hooked to her belt, looked about to be sick. It was likely the most nervous Adam had ever seen her. With the Rebels, she always displayed aloof control. Around Adam, she was warmer and friendly. But nervous? Never.

"What if I'm not good enough for this famous Master? I've only been at this 6 months, and you've had your whole life, Adam..." For the first time in a long time, Kijani had the burgeoning fear of rejection looming above her. "What if I can't do it?" Usually, no one would dare reject a royal. But her rank meant nothing in this instance. Adam outranked her by far, and she was kind of still getting used to that.

"Oh... I really hope this works out. I've come too far to turn back."