Carth's new housing request went through just three days after Sarah had gone to Coruscant...three days with no word from her. But he knew somehow that he would be aware of things were going truly, truly badly on her end. She might have stumbled, she might be struggling occasionally, but he sensed no panic from her, no hatred or rage. He'd felt them from her before, he'd recognize them again. And he didn't get the feeling that she was trying to hide things from him, somehow he thought that he would notice that. It was a funny thing to think so much of himself that he believed that Revan would not be able to hide her thoughts from him, but somehow, he did. She felt much like she had during their time together, focused and intent to get things done, her way. That was a dangerous edge, but there was little he could do to calm her down from here. She was on her own. His job was to get the kids moved and have everything settled on his end before she came back. Hopefully that was sooner rather than later.

He sighed, going into their room and looking around. Since he'd lost his home and family, he'd become the sort of person who lived out of a closet and a suitcase. And he'd had most of what little he actually owned with him, onboard the Endar Spire... which had fallen to Taris in the wreckage. Now, most of his belongings were what he'd gotten on the path to the Star Forge, and his issued uniforms. He pulled the majority of it all out of his closet, dumping it out on their bed. Most of it was the every day clothes of a Captain; duty uniforms, day uniforms, dress uniforms, but his fingers rested on a black garment bag distinct from the olive drab of his uniform bags. He had to smile in spite of himself, pulling it open to a waft of salt and leather. It was the last garment he would have ever bought for himself, but it was precious anyway. Sarah had bought it for him... He shrugged into the leather coat, reveling in the way it settled around his shoulders.

"It's a good look." There was the edge of amusement in Dustil's statement, and Carth sighed. He really needed to get used to just how silently his son moved now, how he could pop up without warning. Of course, it was partially Carth's fault for not paying attention to the time and for leaving the bedroom door open to the living space.

"Hah." Carth chuckled in answer. "Wasn't my idea." No, it had been Sarah's...Revan's...during a time when she'd been very close to that part of herself. They'd been in it so deeply at that point that he'd had to just let her run with it. And she'd brought them out the other side, Dustil was here because she'd made those decisions... if she had not taken Carth to Korriban, wrapped up in this coat and the identity of her servant and gunslinger, Dustil would still be there now.

"Pity." Carth would be more comfortable with Dustil's answer if he felt it was a joke, but he seemed perfectly serious. "But you are correct, it does not go with Republic naval officer." He glanced down at the pile of clothing on the bed, his expression settling into a faint question, his stance going into a cautious wait. But he didn't actually ask the question and Carth sighed in spite of himself.

"We have new housing."

Dustil's expression brightened, ever so slightly. Carth was used to him being much more open, much more emotional, and it had been a struggle to get to know this version of his son. "Yes, no more sharing the living room with Mission. You'll both have your own rooms now." Carth continued, sliding out of the coat and replacing it back into its bag. He felt sorry for Mission, left alone with her new family, while Zaalbar was finally free to return to Kashyyyk to wrap up some loose ends there.

"Good. Any news from the Boss?"

"No." Carth had no illusions who Dustil considered to be the 'Boss' and it certainly wasn't him. "All quiet from that quarter." That statement got him a long, measuring stare from his son, and he simply stared back. "She's not particularly upset about anything." And he'd know if she was...he was a little surprised that Dustil didn't feel the same way. He was the force adept, he'd had years at Korriban...shouldn't he be able to feel his master better than Carth could?

"No. You share a force bond with her, and..." Dustil reached slowly out, resting his fingertips on the back of Carth's hand. "Something else. Something she's done to let you in. She'll never be foolish enough to do that with me. It probably happened before she started to remember, although she does seem to trust you implicitly even after that."

"Yet, you read my mind." What had been done to Carth then was supposed to cut force users out of his mind, to keep him from spilling her identity.

Dustil chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I read your face. You are not hiding things like you did on Korriban." There was the faintest hint of condemnation there and Carth snorted outright, gathering up his garment bags.

"I will not hide from you in my own home. I'm not going to play those games." It had been necessary at Korriban. Doing it here, now, would just be wrong. This was his home, his family. Whether he liked it or not, Dustil was still his son. Things had changed, but that never would.

"Fair enough." Dustil gathered up another armful of Carth's clothes, looking at him expectantly. That was another change, for all of his posturing and doubting, he was a lot more useful than he had been as a young teenager. "What? The more of this we get done before Mission comes home, the better."

"Where is she?" She should be with Dustil, or arriving home at roughly the same time. Carth was aware that Dustil worked on evading her, and he was quite good at it.

"She got detention. She'll be back in awhile."

"Do I even want to know?" Probably not. Although he knew if it was bad, he was going to be the one to deal with it. Sarah wasn't here, and even if she was, he was hardly going to send her to speak with Mission's teachers. That was a disaster in the making. Sarah was in charge of Dustil's education, but he was in charge of Mission's.

"It's minor. She talks too much."

Of course that was it. Mission had a good heart, but this was so different than what she was accustomed to that he'd been expecting missteps along the way. But it was for the best and right now this was the only place she had. And he'd be damned if he didn't do his best to make certain she got the best education they could manage at this late date in her life. He was honestly a little surprised that Dustil seemed to have slid seamlessly back into school. But that was probably it, seemed. Dustil had learned how to be a student in one of the most vicious places in the universe, regular school must be a cakewalk for him. He would do whatever his master asked of him, and she'd sent him back to school.

"Hmmm." It was as much as he was going to say, heading for the door as Dustil fell into step behind him. They'd spend a couple of hours moving, and hopefully, they'd have everything ready when Sarah returned to them. And then they could make solid, real plans for their future together.