Lena's rigorous training continued, day after day. Finally, Lena found herself completely and hopelessly lost, deep within the forest with her master, who was refusing to lead her out of the mess, despite fully knowing the way, likely even with her eyes closed.

"I can't do this," Lena whined. "I don't know where we are! How am I supposed to get us home?"

Kara had brought her into the forest blindfolded, removed the cloth from before her eyes, and challenged her to lead them back out.

"This is too hard," Lena repeated, when her master was silent.

"It is not," Kara asserted.

"I can't do it!" Lena repeated, shouting.

At the sound of Lena's outburst, the creatures audibly scattered, rushing away from the sound. Letting out a huff and a sigh of frustration, Lena slammed her walking stick down on the ground.

"I wasn't meant to be a Jedi. I'm just a poor scrapper's kid. I'm nothing."

Kara felt a shocking jolt of emotion flood her senses but took in a comforting breath to calm herself before speaking.

"Lena," Kara said softly. "Trust yourself. Trust your abilities."

"What abilities? I fail at everything I try!"

"Failure is a great teacher."

"Yeah, well… you're not," Lena mumbled.

Despite feeling a large metaphorical rock fall into the pit of her stomach at the sound of her own words – which she knew she didn't mean – Lena remained silent, biting back the apology she knew she should have given, out of pure stubbornness. She expected her teacher to be taken back by this, or scold her for her words, but Kara was quiet for a long while. When Lena finally braved glancing up at her, the Jedi was wearing a warm, knowing smile.

"Perhaps," Kara finally replied. "The fact remains… You must trust your abilities. Trust your instincts. Trust the Force."

Guilt keeping her silent, Lena focused her mind on Kara's words. Instincts. Instincts. Instincts. What instincts? she wondered. Then, looking around at the clearing they were in, she slowed her breathing.

"Use the Force," Kara hinted.

Still relatively skeptical of the 'abilities' Kara spoke of, Lena took a leap of faith and closed her eyes. Reaching out, just as she had done with the porcelain cup at the start of their training, Lena continued to breathe until her panicked heartrate slowed.

Suddenly pulled forward (and slightly to the left), Lena left her eyes closed and took three steps closer. Seeing her step over a small stump without looking, the Jedi smiled. Lena was doing it; she was trusting her abilities. She was trusting her instincts. She was trusting the Force. And she was leading them home.

Eyes fluttering open, Lena suddenly stepped with silent confidence, making her way through the maze of trees with her master following close behind, until they were home.

"Wow," Lena breathed, looking around at her surroundings. "I did it."

"You did," Kara agreed. "You've done well."

Lena grinned at her master's praise, but noticing that her student was distracted by her own success, the Jedi asked, "And what have you learned this day?"

"Trust my abilities. Trust my instincts. Trust the Force."

Finally smiling back at her student, Kara nodding her head firmly and told her, "Very good. Well done, Lena."

"Thank you," Lena whispered, throwing her arms around her teacher. "Thank you so much for believing in me."

As they embraced, Lena once again found herself feeling guilty as she reflected back on her insincere suggestion that Kara was a poor teacher. Her words, she knew, had been hurtful, but despite her intense desire to repair the undoubted damage she had done, her own embarrassment stopped the words before they could pass her lips.

"I always will," Kara promised, sensing Lena's feelings of guilt, but believing her own words fully. Yes, Lena's words had briefly been hurtful, but Kara knew her pupil hadn't meant them. She had spoken out of frustration and anger, not out of truth. So, the teacher repeated, "I always will," emphasizing her unending faith in her student.