She picks at a blade of grass near her feet and tries to work out the least-complicated way to start, if such a thing existed.

"I hardly know how to begin. It all got very strange very quickly. I didn't come to your hut thinking I'd end up healing Vader -- or that he'd see what he did about me. About my family."

It still seems like a distant dream, one that she has to keep reminding herself actually happened. She'd been so exhausted after that she could've probably convinced herself otherwise, but it seemed important that she acknowledge the truth to herself before she spoke of it to anyone else.

Still, it's difficult to say out loud. To speak the name of the thing that haunts her dreams. She shakes her head, unable to do it just yet, not to someone whose approval she was afraid of losing before she'd even had the chance to earn it.