Her hands settle back to her sides, her shoulders falling open and easy, a sight more comfortable in his presence then she was when she first arrived. He had given her so much, already, and granted, he had taken something he quite probably didn't expect.

But she takes a moment. "Two, I suppose. This is somewhat personal a request. Of an evening, I would like you to join us for a drink. I am trying to help them adjust to the galaxy they have been denied. You will be a good... starting point." Then she takes a deeper breath. "... And of a morning, we pray and train together. Unless it is a pressing matter, I would like us to be undisturbed at that time."