The comm rested silently, cradled in the woman’s palm as she stared at it blankly. The familiar voice on the other end had been so choked with pain and tears it had taken a few tries for the message to be fully understood.
Master Ihlrath is dead? That’s…
Ty’nea blinked back tears, moving the comm back and forth between her hands. She didn’t want to believe it. He had been the first force user she’d trusted after they’d saved her. From all accounts, he had played a big part in her rescue. He had reached out and made sure she was okay on more than one occasion afterward, as well, taking her out to lunch and just sitting and talking with her, telling her stories about growing up on Tython and going bar hopping with Vyen’a and Jerhal. Making her feel like there wasn’t something wrong with her.
Helping her feel like she belonged.
Just last month, she’d been surprised to see him at her hearing. Even though he’d pulled strings to get it sped up, the fight he’d had with Jerhal had caused a rift that had never fully recovered. And still, Ihlrath had appeared in the hearing chambers, standing and arguing that she deserved the happiness she’d found, that her actions while under contract with Sith were just that: under contract. They weren’t her. And afterward, the warm smile and the words she’d longed to hear. ”Welcome home,” he’d said.
And she was.
And now he was gone. She’d left him a message on his comm frequency, telling him about the wedding and inviting him for dinner, but she’d never heard back. Vyen’a had told her all the Marran were off doing Jedi things and he’d get back to her when he could; he may have not even had time to check the non-vital messages. Ty’nea could understand that. She’d had stretches of time where she’d done the same thing.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffed, looking toward the ‘fresher room’s closed door. She had to tell Jerhal, before he heard in some report. They’d both been walking around on clouds, it seemed, since the wedding.
This was just a harsh slap of reality across everyone’s face.