He did not know why he had offered to do this. The last time he had been here, Leia had suggested that he offer his services in the refugee work. He had insisted to her that he could not be of any help in this area. In truth, Kyp did not want to do refugee work. The grief and the misery had done nothing but bring back memories of his own childhood when his home and his family had been torn away from him. Yet, for some reason, when Leila had asked him, he could not refuse.

So, now here he was, in the middle of a refugee camp. He looked around for Leila and when he did not see her, inquired of another worker where she might be. He pointed him to the makeshift schoolhouse just up the row of small huts.

As he made his way there, he looked at his surroundings. There were people of all species gathered there going about various activities as if the galaxy were normal. He looked at their faces. Where he had expected to find dispair, he found glimmers of hope. After a year of being settled in the camps and positive reports from the field, the refugees seemed to have allowed themselves to think again about the future and see possibilities. He was beginning to see now why Leila thought it was so important for the refugees to remain where they were.

He entered the schoolhouse immediately upon arrival and found Leila kneeling by a student with one arm wrapped around him as she dictated the correct spelling of a certain Basic word. Kyp stopped at the sight. For some reason he had not expected to find her teaching, though what he thought she would be doing in the schoolhouse was beyond him. Somehow, the idea of her teaching children did not seem to him to foreign for the young woman he had been coming to know over the last few days. He tried to imagine Jaina teaching Basic to the youth of tomorrow and quickly dismissed the idea from his mind. No, Jaina wouldn't stand a chance. But somehow, this fit Leila like a glove.

A couple of girls at the rear of the classroom began to giggle as they watched Kyp. It must have been amusing for them to see a Jedi master abruptly enter their classroom and stop short and stare at their teacher. Others in the classroom noticed him now and there was now a commotion of whispering and giggling. His face flushed a little and he was embarrassed in that way only children could embarrass you.

Leila looked up and had to smile as well. It was clear to her from the look on his face that Kyp was embarrassed. She stood and quickly quieted her class.

"Children, this is my friend, Kyp Durron. He's a Jedi Master."

This started a brand new commotion as Kyp heard the term "Jedi Master" whispered throughout the room.

"Do you have your lightsaber with you?" One boy asked.

"Sure do. A Jedi is never without his lightsaber."

There was a loud reply of 'cool' from one of the students and a soft whispered 'wow' from a few others.

From there, Kyp was bombarded with questions about the Jedi. What was it like? Had he been in many fights? Had he ever killed anybody? He answered the questions as best he could without any undesirable details.

Upon the request of one of the students, he took out his lightsaber and switched it on. He moved it in one direction after another, allowing it give of the humming and buzzing sounds if often did in a saber fight. He took the opportunity to educate them on the responsibility of a Jedi with his lightsaber and how it was a last resort and should never be used casually.

"Do you know any Jedi stories?" A young girl asked him.

Kyp was thrown for a minute but managed to remember one that he had heard Tionne tell to younger members of the Academy on several occasions. The students listened with rapt attention and when it was over, they applauded.

Leila smiled at the way the children were enjoying themselves. It was seldom that they were able to receive any diversion to their regular routine.

"I think you should thank Master Durron for coming today."

There was a heartfelt "Thank You Master Durron", from each of the students.

Leila dismissed the class early and she and Kyp stood together as they watched the children leave. There was one little girl that lingered after the other had left. She approached Kyp timidly and looked up at him with big eyes. Kyp smiled and kneeled down to her level.

"How long until the Vong are gone?" She asked sadly. "My daddy's been gone for a long time and I miss him."

Kyp felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at the sad little girl in front of him. It reminded him of something he had seen in the past-his own reflection as a child.

"I promise I'm going to do all I can to end this war just like all of the other Jedi." He reached under his robe to the flight suit he wore underneath and unhooked an round metal object with the ensignia of his Dozen squadron and gave it to the little girl. She smiled at him and gave him a hug before leaving.

"You did a lot for those kids today." Leila said.

"Not nearly enough." Kyp said bitterly.

"Maybe not, but in times like these, little things make all the difference. That's what refugee work is all about."

Before Kyp could reply, there was a sound of glass breaking. They turned their attention toward the sound and saw that someone had thrown a detenator into the classroom. Without thought Kyp grabbed it and ran outside. He circled frantically for a span of a few seconds before finding what he needed. Just a few paces from the schoolhouse was a hut used to store supplies and more importantly, his Jedi senses told him that it was empty.

He screamed for the passersby to duck. At the last possible minute, Kyp threw the detonator in the hut. It exploded less that five seconds later, spreading debris in all directions, but hurting no one.

"I also have her enemies" Kyp heard Leila's voice ring through his head as he remembered what she had said at the conference about having Tenal Ka as a friend. He raced back to the schoolhouse and found Leila seated in one of the desks calming herself with a Jedi calming technique.

"What's going on?" He demanded.

"It's always been a little dangerous here I suppose and I guess I knew eventually something like this would happen, I just didn't want to believe it."

"Well, you can't put something like this past the Hapans." He said. "It's not safe for you here. You have to leave."

"No. I can't leave. This is my work. I'm needed here. My parents and siblings are out fighting and are in more danger that I am and you would not tell them to leave the fight would you?"

"No, but.."

"Then don't tell me either. They have their duty and I have mine. What I'm doing is just as important as what their doing."

There was a flash in her eyes and Kyp finally saw the resemblance between her and her mother and sister. He had marveled at how different she seemed from them but now he knew that they were really alike. It was just that Leila had focused her energies elsewhere but with no less passion of conviction. She was just as much a warrior as they were.

"All right. But they have someone watching their back." He said gently. "You need someone to watch yours."

"There isn't anyone to spare. Tenal Ka's people are stretched out enough as it is and I'm not sure if I could trust a Hapan. And I won't call someone off of other duties just to watch me."

He nodded his head in understanding as he looked around. This was not where he was supposed to be. Refugee work was not for Kyp Durron.

"You need another Jedi around here. I'll stay."

Leila stared at him for a moment.

"Are you sure?" she asked finally.

"Positive. You're the best thing that these refugees have and we can't risk something happening to you. I'll stay and watch over you."

"What about the fight?"

"A very wise woman once told me that the effort against the Vong did not necessarily require fighting."

"Well, I can't argue with that. I just hope you're up to it." She said playfully.

'So am I', Kyp thought.