ʟɪʟ' ᴏʟᴇ ᴍᴇ
You should have let it go. Ala said through the Force, her head tilting to the side. Her expression clearly reading as if Isla should have thought of this herself.
"Vel and Mortin Telegrin were treated for blunt force injuries," Ala said before turning and setting off on her walk again. She spoke of the mother, and her child, who were thrown across the street by the impact of a Force push.
"It was the work of this woman you were chasing?" Ala said, eyes closing for a moment to take in the sound of the ocean, "this...pick...pocket."