Kura watched Pokere intently as the young woman approached, mentally shaking herself from the almost slumbering sensation she had experienced. Settling her soul back into Shili took time, but it always happened, sooner or later. It was something she could place on hold for a while. "There is no need for apology, Pokere," she replied, her voice firm but gentle. "You are welcome to come to me at any time." She did wonder, just for a moment, what it was that the girl wanted to discuss that she didn't feel able to talk about with Kaz.
Pokere's discomfort was evident, and Kura gestured to a small grove of trees, away from the main compound, slowly starting to walk, while listening to the girl's concerns. A small smile of understanding slipped into place as Pokere explained why she wished to talk to her. That sounded perfectly like Kaz, with his roundabout ways of thinking: all questions, no answers. It was exactly what she would expect.
"Please, sit," she said, indicating a stone bench that faced out onto grasslands, but was shielded from Kura's family home by a thicket of spiky trees. "Tell me, Pokere... why did you choose to become a Jedi?" Another question, but one that may lead to answers for the young woman.