As the days passed, Qui-Gon grew closer to Prince Jordan while Kamier focused on simply guarding the prince.
"Master, you're letting yourself get attached to the prince," he said one day in the quarters he and Qui-Gon had been given.
The big man took a drink of his tea before answering, meeting the yellow eyes of his Zabrak Padawan.
"He's a child, Kamier. You and I are his only companions, yet I am the only one that puts forth an effort to please and entertain him."
Kamier scoffed at his Master's words.
The Master rose.
"You are not a Sith anymore, you are a Jedi, and Jedi are kind and caring."
"This boy is becoming an attachment. It's against the Code, Master."
His Master was unaffected by his words.
"I have defied the Code before, Padawan, and if that's what it takes to be this boy's friend, I shall do so again. Now we must go with him outside for the afternoon."
"All the same, Master, I will remain here and meditate."
Qui-Gon hesitated then sighed.
"Very well, Kamier. I will be back in a few hours."
The tall Jedi rose and left.
Kamier sighed and meditated.