She's never understood why some people insist on making things out of glass when transparisteel is available. It looks exactly the same to her eye, and it's a million times stronger.
But she understands completely when someone refers to a "heart of glass".
Kyp Durron isn't someone she would have ever figured to have one. Jaina's always thought his to be made of cortosis. She hadn't given a thought to how he must have been feeling the day of her wedding. She'd been in orbit, so to speak, so happy to be marrying Jag that she hadn't noticed anything else.
Sitting in the Masters' Council, as they discuss the latest reports from the Knights they sent out-looking for Kesh, the planet of the Sith, or for the Mortis Monolith-Jaina doesn't pay attention to the current speaker. Oh, she's looking at him, pretending to listen, but all her attention is on the Jedi Master just to her right.
Kyp sits with a slight frown as he listens. They've lost contact with another of the Knights, and his concern is visible on his face when Jaina glances his way.
She wonders why she didn't notice how upset he'd been. Why her father hadn't said anything. Then she chides herself. Of course he wouldn't tell her. It was none of her business.
She looks a little too long. Sensing her gaze on him, Kyp turns her way, one brow cocked in a silent question. Jaina shakes her head, and looks back to the hologram of the speaker projected in the middle of the circle.
You can repair glass, she thinks, but it's never the same afterwards. She should know; her own shattered when Jacen died. It's harder now, but it still chipped when she walked away from Jag.
She looks at Kyp out of the corner of her eye, finds he's still looking at her, much the same way she's looking at him.
She doesn't want her heart to break again.
She doesn't want to break his again, either.
Troubled, she makes herself focus on the report. Her love life can wait./pre
