Fill it with all of the things that Sarah loved. Well, it already had a few of the things that she did, Carth and the children. Thankfully, Bastila knew her tastes and those seemed to have remained mostly unchanged.

Unfortunately she was unfamiliar with Brentaal and Sarah hadn't been here very long, either. Finding and acquiring the items necessary to make that apartment as far from whatever it was that tripped the trepidation and unease Bastila felt coming off of her might be difficult. But it had to be done, this was more than dealing with a simple dislike. Sarah wasn't reacting to that, she was able to live in harsh surroundings without being bothered, this was something that was pushing against her lost memories. And those needed to stay buried, it was a terrible idea that the Council wanted Sarah to keep a watch. That meant she'd constantly be brushing up against the edge. But no matter where Sarah went, especially tied to Carth, she'd be doing that. He would not be sent to any quiet, contemplative, peaceful place. And Sarah would drive herself mad from boredom in a place like that, which would possibly send her down that road quicker than leaving her here. At least there were distractions here, other things for Sarah to focus on. Carth was fantastic at keeping her occupied. Dustil, also, although he was a source of some concern, concern that the Council seemed to be overlooking or was unaware of. Sarah was training Dustil exactly in the direction that his gifts and soul led him, and those were of something that Bastila was not familiar with. More disturbing was the obvious, they were something that, on some level, Sarah was familiar with...enough to effectively train him in them. Enough to point him in the 'right' direction to expand his abilities, even though it was obvious that Sarah did not exactly share them.

He's not the first one of these that she's dealt with.

No. And Bastila knew better than to ask. Dustil wasn't a Jedi. Nothing about him even leaned in that direction.

Nothing in this is random.

And that made Bastila so very nervous. Everything she knew, both from surface facts and what she felt in her gut, told her that. Just another piece in the puzzle, another...

Another...

Another prodigy willing to do whatever Revan needs from them. Just like you. Just like Carth. Just like Mission. Revan attracts the brightest to follow her into darkness.

"Baaaaaastila. Enough." Sarah yanked her back to reality, a half amused, half scolding edge to her syllables.

"Of course. Shall we go?" Now they both desperately needed a distraction.

"Yes, let's go."

She led the way out and Bastila followed, measuring her, judging. Where is the edge? At what point did this place stop bothering her...if at all. Was it Brentaal? No, she'd been comfortable enough in Carth's old quarters. And it seemed like it was almost the threshold of the new apartment, the moment she was completely outside of it, her mood lifted. Maybe it really was as simple a fix as a little redecorating, or in this case, decorating.

It was good to spend time with Sarah again, almost like things had once been. The compulsion to find and destroy the Star Forge had been lifted, many of the shadows that had clung to Sarah from the beginning were fading. She was so very close to the woman that Bastila remembered growing up with. They'd gotten her back...mostly. She was almost content. That gaping hole in Bastila's life was filled again. Things would never be exactly the same again, too many terrible things had happened for that. But they could find a new equilibrium, paid for with blood and redemption.

If only it was that easy.

That easy. As if this had been easy. But Bastila knew this wasn't done yet. This was just a moment to regroup, to heal and rest. Already, things were in motion again.

"I love you."

Sarah did not so much as pause or consider, she merely nodded, a slightly grim acceptance to the words. "I love you too, Bastila. Always have. Always will."

"We all love you." Hopefully, that was enough. Enough for what, Bastila wasn't sure. Enough to keep her out of trouble, or enough to see her out the other side of it? It didn't sit well that, in just the space of a few months, Revan had returned to fighting shape under her watch. Revan had gathered yet another cohort of immensely talented individuals around her, and if possible, these were better than the last group she'd attracted. Better? Or just as good, with the added bonus that they were tied more strongly to Sarah than they were to anything else around them. She and Alek had been together for years, their seamless fit had only made sense. She still had Bastila, exactly the same as always... Bastila would not try to fool herself into denying that. The only time she'd been free of Sarah was through the deepest parts of the War, and then when she'd gone ahead to whatever it was that she and Alek had driven into. Dustil was firmly what he'd been trained to be...whatever that was. It was dark, it was hidden, but he'd attached to Sarah from pretty much the moment he'd clapped eyes on her. Mission was brilliant and operating under her own set of often dubious morals. She owed Sarah and she loved Carth. They'd offered her everything she'd ever wanted. There wasn't much she wouldn't do for them.

They chose a place to eat, and it was obvious that Sarah's stay on Coruscant had done nothing to hurt her appetite. If anything, it had whetted it, she ate like she'd been starving. While the idea that the Council was still holding onto her was worrisome, it was good that the doubts of dealing with them seemed behind her. Hopefully something as simple as shopping would help settle Sarah down, and if Sarah settled, her contentment had a noticeable trickle down effect with those around her. Dustil had been on edge, sneakier and even more watchful than normal, it would be good to see him calm down a bit. And Carth deserved to be able to take a breath.