Cora fell quiet as Jonyna spoke - not because she was taken aback by the Cathar's intensity, but because something in her wanted to agree. The Republic hasn't had good relations with the Alliance in their later stage. Sometimes, it was hard being around people who insisted that every scar was for nothing.
Lucy wasn't unaffected by the conversation. Even if she didn't understand its meaning, she understood
tone. Her excited coos quieted as she tilted her head back to look up at her mother.
Seeing this, Cora couldn't help but smile. She leaned down and kissed the babe's head, but then her smile pursed in surprise.
"The Vanguard?" Jonyna hadn't been present at Lorn's gathering, at least as far as she knew. Word traveled fast, and that worried her.
"I don't know them well, honestly," she said.
"But I answered Lorn's call at Shiraya's Rest. I think they're sincere, but I've seen too many groups with the same fierce rhetoric flame out."
Two fingers idly played with her daughter's hair, tracing wide, wispy spirals in thought.
"There's always the risk that they'll take things too far, but I understand their frustration with the Jedi's lack of action. That’s why Jasper and I attacked Tython.”
Cora hadn't lingered long enough to witness the shouting match between Lorn and Ala. Maybe she'd have a different opinion if she'd seen it.
"I offered my aid, but I didn't stay to see how the rest of the conversation played out," she admitted.
"Have you reached out to anyone on Naboo?"
Jonyna Si