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Authors Note: Thank you to MrsSkywalker12 for being my first reviewer. You made me happy! Keep reading and I'll keep posting, I have several more chapters almost ready to go. It does get a little sad, but it will cheer up I promise.
Chapter 2
Once back in the rooms Tira took her first real look at where she would now sleep. It was dark, full of dust and had several boxes stacked in one corner.
"I know it doesn't look much, but it won't take long to get it cleaned and the sleep couch made."
Tira mustered a small smile, took a deep breath and turned back to it wondering where to begin.
"Don't you have a cleaning droid?" she suddenly asked, temptation getting the better of her.
"No. I prefer to do it all myself. Come on the sooner we start the sooner you get a place to hide from me."
Tira smiled a little wider and started to dust.
A few hours later she had a credible room. The dust was gone, the sleep couch was made and she had even found a window. Obi-Wan was making her dinner in the kitchen, while she finished up putting her belongings away. Tira pulled a data pad out of her bag that she had been using for her set essays.
"I suppose I won't need you now," she said putting it back in her bag.
She sighed and lay back on her sleep couch. All of a sudden she seemed to have time to think about the day and how much had changed in a few short hours. Especially what had changed in the few short days since Leguin. Her master was dead and now she had a new one, and a male one for that matter, she had a new room and probably a whole new approach to her learning. Tira felt a sense of loss over her master and pulled out a holo-picture of Master Suli. Needing to be alone for a while, she shut the door to her room to block out Obi-Wan and sat back on her sleep couch. She took several deep breaths to try and find her centre but only succeeded in making herself want to cry even more. Tears slipped down her face as she clutched the picture. She tried a few more times to centre herself and control her emotions before she just gave in and let herself cry.
Obi-Wan heard the door shut and glanced round. Unsure what to do he just kept cooking. After a few minutes he was sure he heard a small sob come from Tira's room. He took the food off the heat and walked over to her door. He listened; yes he could definitely hear her crying. Suddenly he felt awkward. He didn't want to impose on her privacy, but as her master he was now responsible for her well-being, whether it was physical or emotional. Just this time he decided to leave her. Women were hard enough to deal with, but emotional ones were even worse, especially when you didn't really know them.
Tira spent most of the evening in her room not really wanting to be alone, but embarrassed to come out. She was surprised that Obi-Wan hadn't come to get her for dinner, but perhaps he could sense her upset and left her to it. Tira tried to reach out with her feelings to gain a fix on her new master but came up empty.
"Calm down, breathe deep and try again. Find your centre," she told herself.
After several failed attempts Tira decided that she needed sleep and that she would feel better in the morning when her emotions were not so raw.
