His touch was gentle, his hands soft despite the past couple of years - after all, gloves were the usual thing. They kept his hands as smooth and unblemished as his former mistress would have required of her slaves. Takumi gently lifted her gaze, so their eyes would meet.

To attempt to gain her trust, to attempt to persuade her to have hope again, to have her listen without any touch of his abilities in the Force - it was a heady sensation. Takumi let that pride fill him, bolster his confidence.

"Your choices will lie elsewhere, my dear," he reassured her, "as difficult as it may be for us both, to act alone, without those we cared for in our own worlds."

Takumi's grey eyes were steady. "Let me know what you need - and I will do my best to help you. In return, as I try to keep you here, away from meeting oblivion - I hope you can aid me, if I have need of any of your skills."