Master Sorni thought to therself as she listened to the suggestions made by Kraytan and Deja respectively, though she stayed quiet through most of it. She was aware that in terms of leadership she was the one that in the end she would be one of the ones primarily in charge of taking the reins of their fate. And yet she refrained from voicing her own opinion on the matter, primarily because in the reality of it all the others needed to learn how to debate and decide among themselves. When it was needed she could act as a mediator when it was needed and be a dispensable font of wisdom when needed, but only in that degree when it was needed. For the Padawans, the Knights, all of them needed to learn to act as one to learn to become one large unit and work as one. It was not a matter of making things easier, it was a matter of it was needed for them to survive. Their was an old saying that a Tusken Raider alone was just a creature lost in a desert something unremarkable. But a tribe? They made townsfolk and moister farms quake in fear.

When Kraytan asked her to follow him to continue her discussion she nodded and followed next to him. The medical droid convinced by this point that the Jedi Master would not fall down and die at a moments notice it left to go attend its duties in the medical bay. The CR25 halls seemed desolate, the pairs footsteps echoing through the ship even if it was just a few hundred feet. It was seemingly unnatural, there was a time when the Jedi Master would be aboard one of these ships and the halls would be bustling with clone troopers, as they moved to a new battlefield somewhere to battle against the Confederacy. The past three years of her life had been absorbed into this constant cycle of going from dropship or cruiser to a battlefield and now it was over. But now not just the war was over but her but everyone's since of normalcy: clone troopers went from staunch allies to now the shadows of death themselves, the Jedi temple not just a symbol of the Jedi galaxy wide, but their home that had stood for lay in smoking ruins. Where once stood grand majestic halls lay = ruinous wrecks that lay empty for the first time in hundreds of years, what once was the sound of younglings learning and the pursuit of knowledge was know the distant drum like pounding of a team of clones in the distance, alone in a tranquil serenity akin to that of a funeral march. 

When Kolinn the Dathomiran girl posed her question to Kraytan, the Jedi Master watched with quiet curiosity on how he would deal with the suggestion. Dathomir was an interesting world that in the Jedi Masters travelers had brought her too and once was more then enough. She was to destroy an ancient Sith holocron that was lost in the ruins of the Brotherhood of Darkness's Sith academy on the planet. It was a planet attuned with the dark side of the force, a place where even those Jedi with the strongest will felt the whispers and murmuring temptations of the dark side. Any normal and sane person would of denied the girls request outright, but her was Kraytan who even in rejection kept this aura of calmness and knowing to himself, acting as true as any Jedi Master twice his age, his words showed wisdom and wisdom was something they would need in the future to come. After they walked away from the girl and towards the cockpit, the Jedi Master spoke aloud to Kraytan. 

"You handled that well Kraytan, the Temple Master would of been proud to see becoming such a leader... Though I fear for Kolinn and the others. To be so young and to have such great darkness and trouble thrust upon them. I sense the anger and the fear growing inside of them, the calling of the dark side reach out to them in these troubling times. For if they remain unguided and lost in this darkening galaxy then, the whispers of the dark side will come for them." Master Sorni told the other Jedi as they reached the cockpit.