How could Kura have forgotten the years that the Sith had occupied Corellia? "I am sorry," she said, her voice contrite. "I had no intention of denigrating your childhood. Still... it is an idyllic place. There are worse places in which you could have had to hide your identities." Shili, for one. Between its bustling cities and its grasslands, it could be an inhospitable planet. "You have certainly created a beautiful sanctuary, and it is somewhere that your son will remember for all the right reasons now." It was a shame that Kaz clearly attached less than pleasant memories to the place.
Kura inclined her head. Kaz held high stock on privacy, and, in a way, she felt honoured that he had brought her here. It wasn't easy, letting an outsider in to where you and your family felt safest. She would have to ensure that he was aware of her gratitude, although how she would be able to do that, she was unsure of.
Her black eyes mutinous as Kaz tried to cajole her into getting a "more suitable" outfit made, Kura's mouth set into a grim line. "And what, pray tell, is wrong with the clothes I already have with me," she asked, her tone verging on the edge of belligerent. "I am not someone who belongs in your society, Kaz, so I fail to understand why I must dress as one."