“My Lady,” she replied, bobbing her head nervously like a little bird.“My name is Sierra, and you are both welcome to use it. Please, help yours...elf.” I gestured to the cup of wine, and she wrapped one tiny hand around it but didn’t take a sip. I sighed. “What’s your name?”She glanced at me quickly, startled, and I could see that her eyes were a brilliant blue, a colour I’d never seen on anyone before. I didn’t get much of a chance to look before she turned her gaze quickly to Ena – who nodded. “This him?”“Yup,” the Moff nodded. “Best in the business. He’s force sensitive, so if he gives you shit, I highly recommend you space him. So, it’s up to you kid. He can take you in warm, or cold.”“That’s my line,” the Bounty Hunter quipped.The kid smiled and stood up. He looked at the warrior and nodded. The Mando nodded back.“Here,” the Moff handed over a Lightsaber handle. The Mando took it and thumbed it, “Proof to the other party that he is who he says he is.”“Okay.”The kid sighed and. I had underestimated how hard being excommunicated from her pack had hit her, she was sulking, despondent. I might feel the same way if I had suddenly found myself alone in an unfamiliar environment, with no support structure of any kind. Social bonds seemed to be central to Borealan life, perhaps she was like a wolf without a pack now.Again, I felt a pang of undeserved pity, but the stinging in my chest made me think twice.After breakfast, we headed to the gym. The Staff Sergeants insisted. " "You guys get everything worked out?" "We're working on it; I think we're making progress." They would if he had anything to say about it. He hadn't come to Boston to keep the status quo. "About damn time." Bax scoffed. "I was getting tired of all that whining. I get enough of that from my own kids." "Thanks, Dad," Brody said in a dry tone. Brody settled back in his seat. The lights dimmed and he watched Ryan and the others come out on stage. Most of the crowd applauded politely, but Bax's.