Feriana's funeral

There was nothing left to burn. When Ferian flew her ship into Grievous's, her ship blew up. Grievous had escaped in time but the ship contained the control system for nearly a sixth of the droid army. Shroud for her. Since there were no remains, they burnt a shroud at the funeral. It was the golden shade her skin was with forest green trim. Ahsoka sat next to Barriss and watched the flames swallow up the last of their friend. The fire was beautiful. The reds and the yellows danced together. That confused Ahsoka. How could something so beautiful mean the ending of a life? Tears were streaming down her face and getting her skirt wet but she didn't care. As the flames finally consumed the shroud, the tears started falling down faster. They were no longer tears of sadness, but of anger. She ran to her quarters and flopped down on her bed. She had been crying for five minutes when Anakin walked in. He sat on the edge of her bed and rubbed her back. "It's okay, Snips. I know it's difficult, but things will get better. I promise."

"How do you know that?!" She demanded, sitting up. "How do you know it will get better? How do you know that the pain will go away?"

"'cause when I was a few years older than you are now I lost my mother. She had been kidnapped by tusken raiders. I found her, but not in time to save her life. At first it's going to hurt a lot, but then it slowly gets better. You don't forget them, but it doesn't hurt as much to remember them."

Suddenly Ahsoka threw her arms around his neck. He was a bit surprised but hugged her back as she cried into his shirt. He noticed how skinny she was getting. He could see her ribs easily and her top was getting baggy, which was incredible considering it was usually skin-tight. When she stopped crying he helped her up and said, "Let's go get something to eat, shall we?" Ahsoka looked up and gave him a sad smile. He led her by the shoulder towards the mess hall.