Private Necessary Steps Towards Light

[Everest Vale]

A soft afternoon light leaked through the half-draped window to Everest Vale's dormitory, refracting against particles of dust that hung in the air, making it look like a field of tiny stars. The room was still and silent, a first, thin layer of dust beginning to form along the surfaces and corners of the room, and one would be fooled into thinking it had been entirely unoccupied for several days. But in truth, Everest had yet to leave since returning from her last off-world excursion with Master Noble.

The experiences on Jedha had left a deep, solemn mark on the young Echani Padawan. She sat in silence on her bed, barely clothed, arms wrapped around her legs and the thick mess of her silver hair frizzed and draped about her face. Dull eyes alternated from tightly closed to flickering about room aimlessly, as flashing memories of the witch-cursed world haunted her relentlessly. The shadows in ice and snow, the heaving black, tar-like nightmares, gaping maws and dripping teeth. She couldn't get it out of her head.

Eve's datapad pinged, its soft, flashing blue light spilling into the dim room as a message autoplayed. It was from Master Noble, inviting her to her personal chambers at her earliest convenience. Her voice filled the room, kind and warm as it so often was. It repeated several times on its own until the Echani finally moved from her statue-like stillness to switch it off. The room was suddenly returned to its sharp silence and dull half-light, and Eve suddenly found herself crying.

How could she face Master Noble now, being so weak and defeated? Her mind dwelled on her own helpless inadequacy. Her arms squeezed her knees tighter.

But the images of the Sithspawn nightmares that plagued her had now been replaced by the warm face of Master Noble, smiling at her in the way she had done when first they met. Her mood seemed to lift gradually, as if she was being pulled slowly, firmly from a swamp that had stopped her in her tracks. Then it was as if a light had turned on again in her, and her glazed eyes blinked, and blinked again, as a soft breath escaped her involuntarily.

The room was unkempt, as was she, and there was a musty smell around the place. She slowly crept off her bed, stretching slowly, taking several long, nourishing breathes, and let her presence within the room settle in normalcy. How long had she been stuck in such a stasis? The days had melted away from her. She gave herself the time to wash, her mind suddenly focused on seeing Master Noble once more. It had felt like a long time, and she desperately needed to talk to someone about Jedha. Only she would understand.

Quietly, she pushed open her dorm door, squinting from the sudden brightness that spilled into the room. The Temple seemed as peaceful as ever, a beacon of stability as always. She breathed slowly and intentionally, her hands held humbly together, as she started slowly making her way to Master Noble's chambers. Nerves rose with her heartbeat as she got closer, and she found doubt and hesitation creeping in again. Was she really in a worthy state for the Master to see her? She shook her head and pressed on, the journey seeming like a succession of photos to her awareness, the regular movement of time turned into dreamlike flashes, until she reached the great doors.

Her eyes caught her own reflection against a polished durasteel wall, and she could see the heavy bags under her eyes, the partially made-up hair that struggled to hide its frizzy mess. She looked exhausted, felt exhausted, and pangs of hunger had set in now she had made her body move again. But she breathed in deep, and pressed a finger against the ringer.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Soft footsteps moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm across the quiet room. Valery paced near the large window, the golden hues of Coruscant's late afternoon light filtering through the curtains, casting warm rays over her and the small bundle cradled against her chest. Yvaine, only a few months old, had just finished feeding and now rested peacefully in her mother's arms, her tiny fingers curled into the fabric of Valery's tunic.

Despite the serenity of the moment, Valery's mind was anything but still. The weight of the Order, the conflicts across the galaxy, the struggles her students faced — it all lingered in the back of her mind, a never-ending current of duty and responsibility. But she pushed it aside, focusing instead on the slow rise and fall of Yvaine's breath, the warmth of her tiny body nestled against her own.

Then, the chime of the door rang out.

Valery blinked, momentarily pulled from her thoughts. She shifted Yvaine slightly in her arms, careful not to disturb the infant too much as she moved toward the door. With a wave of her hand, the panel slid open with a quiet hiss, revealing Everest standing there, looking—

Tired.

No, exhausted.

Valery's fiery gaze softened immediately, her Jedi instincts sensing the storm of emotions beneath the young Echani's exterior. Even without reaching for the Force, it was plain to see — the slight hesitance in her posture, the way her silvery hair had been fussed with but not quite tamed, the dark circles beneath her eyes that no amount of preparation could truly hide.

Yvaine let out a small coo, shifting slightly in her mother's arms, and Valery instinctively rocked her with a gentle motion before offering Everest a warm smile.

"Hey, sweetheart," Valery greeted softly, her voice kind but perceptive. "Come in."

She stepped aside to let Everest enter, already knowing that whatever had kept the young woman away for the past few days wasn't something simple. Something had shaken her deeply. And Valery had a feeling she knew exactly what.

But first, Everest needed to settle. To breathe.

So as the door closed behind them, Valery simply asked, "Have you eaten yet?" Her tone was gentle, but the warmth behind her words made it clear — Everest wasn't alone in whatever she was carrying.

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

Master Noble was so kind. Why was she always so kind to her, when she wasn't ever able to do anything to earn such kindness? Everest's eyes didn't meet the Grandmaster's, but they flitted to the young infant in her arms for a moment. The sleeping baby was incredibly sweet, and Eve felt that her presence would suddenly ruin whatever peaceful moment mother and child had just held. She should just leave. She should just go back to her dorm again. Maybe she should just go back to Eshan—

But Valery had already seen to it that she was welcomed in, and leaving now would offend her, perhaps even hurt her, and that would be the last thing she wanted to do, especially with her little one there. So she stepped through timidly without a word, still not able to meet the Master's gaze. The room immediately felt inviting and warm, its peaceful atmosphere beckoning her in.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Again, the Master's kindness shone effortlessly, but the question made Eve's attention turn to her stomach. No, she hadn't eaten, and she was unsure when the last time she did. On the shuttle back from Jedha? Or on the day they landed back at the temple? Had she eaten anything since then? She wasn't sure. Finally, her sunken eyes looked to Valery's, but words wouldn't come, and she instead shook her head.

For a moment, Eve was lost in those fiery eyes. The power and confidence they held was always so awe-inspiring to her. They spoke of such immense wisdom, strength, braveness and love. All the qualities she was missing. All the qualities she had failed in finding within herself. And as if the mere locking of their eyes was enough to see herself reflected back at her, tears had already begun to stream down her face, uncontrollable and silent.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

The moment Everest finally lifted her gaze, Valery knew.

She had already been concerned, already noticed the exhaustion weighing down on the young Echani, but when their eyes met — when she saw that quiet, crushing storm reflected back at her — it struck her deeper than words ever could. Everest was breaking under the weight of something far heavier than mere hunger or exhaustion.

And then, without a sound, the tears began to fall.

Valery didn't hesitate.

With the same quiet care she had shown Yvaine only moments before, she moved. She stepped toward the small bassinet beside the couch, laying her daughter down with a softness that barely disturbed the child's peaceful slumber. Then she turned fully to Everest and, without a word, pulled her into an embrace.

Valery held her close, arms firm but gentle, one hand pressing soothingly against her back. She didn't rush her, didn't ask questions, didn't force her to speak. She simply held her.

"It's okay," Valery murmured, her voice warm and steady. "You're safe. I've got you."

She didn't need to say anything more. She could feel Everest trembling slightly, her body tense with the effort of holding herself together. So Valery stayed, her hand gently rubbing slow, comforting circles against Everest's back, offering her warmth, safety a moment to simply let go.

After a few moments, Valery pulled back just enough to meet Everest's gaze again, her hands settling on her arms to steady her. "Come sit," she said softly, guiding her toward the couch with quiet insistence. "You don't have to say anything right now. Just breathe."

As they sat, Valery reached for a blanket draped over the couch's arm and gently wrapped it around Everest's shoulders. Her fiery gaze never left the young woman's face, filled with nothing but patience, warmth, and understanding.

"Whatever it is," Valery said after a moment, her voice gentle but unwavering, "You don't have to carry it alone."

She wasn't just offering a meal. She wasn't just offering shelter.

She was offering herself — a listening ear and someone who cared.

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

It was all too much for her. The moment Valery pulled her in, Everest could no longer keep herself together, and she crumpled weakly into her embrace. Her silent tears grew into a restrained yet exhausted weep, as she buried her wet face into the Master's shoulder, muffled moans escaping her.

A part of her was still keenly aware of little Yvaine sleeping soundly, and something in the deeper recesses of her psyche worked diligently to stop herself from completely letting go, for fear that she would be reduced to mere screams. She would never want to do that to the Master's baby, and in many ways, this was helping to keep her from losing herself completely.

How she yearned to be sweet Yvaine, blissful and resting, warm and safe from all the horrors of the galaxy. But it was just a dream. A nightmare had been haunting her, the spectre of a terrible memory. She wasn't born for this, a mere farm girl with nothing to show for life but a field and some trees and the smell of soil. Why did she think that she, of all people, had the strength to be a Jedi? What was she even doing here?

Then Valery pulled back and gazed softly at her. Eve's eyes had become puffy and red, her nose running. She didn't remember sitting down, but the sound of the Master's voice broke through to her.

"Just breathe."

So she breathed.

Her breath was sharp and jagged, as her delicate frame shook without her consent. When Valery draped the blanket about her, it seemed to make her more upset, but only because of how unconditionally loving she was with her. She didn't deserve it.

Moments went by— what felt like hours of painful silence, interspersed with a sobbing that reverberated through her, but gradually slowed and quietened, until she could make sense of her words again. When they came, it was in a timid croak.

"I'm— I'm sorry." She didn't know what else to say. "I'm sorry," she repeated weakly through sniffles. "I— I— I promised I would be strong, b-but... J-Jedha..." As thoughts turned to the memory of their excursion with the Sithspawn— how she had faced up close the gaping maw of a beast that nearly ripped her into a thousand pieces— how she was completely incapable of doing anything to help Knight Aadihr Lidos — how she had failed in maintaining any sense of composure or strength demanded of her for such an important mission— she couldn't help but think she was simply not cut out to be a member of the Order at all. She had failed Master Noble. She had failed her mother, and the memory of her father. She had failed herself.

"I— I'm not a Jedi..."

The tears returned, and if she had in any way been holding back before, it was impossible for her to now, and she melted further against Valery.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery held Everest close again, her arms wrapping around the young woman as she wept, her body trembling with the weight of everything she had been holding in. She could feel the pain in her, the raw grief and doubt clawing at her heart, and it hurt Valery to see her like this — to see someone so full of potential, so kind, so determined, break down under the belief that she wasn't enough.

She let Everest cry, let her melt against her, offering nothing but warmth and reassurance. One hand gently brushed over Everest's back in slow, soothing circles, while the other cradled the back of her head, holding her with the kind of quiet strength that only a mother could provide.

When Everest's words finally broke through the sobs, Valery exhaled softly. The statement made Valery's chest tighten — not in disappointment, but in how painfully untrue it was. Everest believed it, but she was wrong. So, so wrong. "Sweetheart," Valery murmured, tilting her head slightly so she could speak gently to Everest, "You're being far too hard on yourself."

She pulled back just slightly, just enough to see Everest's face again, her own expression radiating nothing but kindness and understanding. Her fiery eyes softened, full of warmth as she reached up to tuck a stray silver strand of hair behind the girl's ear.

"You are young. You have only just begun your training," Valery said, her voice firm but tender. "Nobody — nobody — expects you to already be some great Jedi, saving the galaxy all on your own. That isn't what being a Jedi is about."

She rested her hand against Everest's cheek, gently wiping away a few of the tears with her thumb. "You went to Jedha, and you faced horrors that would shake even the most experienced of us. You did everything in your power to help. You fought, you protected others, and despite how afraid you were, you didn't turn your back on what was right."

Her voice grew softer, filled with warmth and conviction. "That's what it means to be a Jedi. It's not about never feeling fear. It's about what you choose to do in spite of it."

She gave her a small, reassuring smile. "And you chose to stand with us. You chose to fight for others. That is more than enough."

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

Everything hurt. Everest's body ached horribly all over from the constant strain that came from her whole being pushing itself relentlessly. Her chest was tight, her stomach turned without end, and her throat was coarse and dry. The moisture in her eyes blurred her vision, and her ears thumped with the loud beating of her panicked heart. Nevertheless, Master Noble's words had in some way found their way to her.

Their eyes connected whilst Valery spoke to her, and Eve could not only feel, but see the conviction and honesty in what she was telling her, pouring directly into her. It was enough to send some kind of message down to the bottom of her delicate, mourning heart, cutting through the scar tissue that had been building about it, and sow within it but the tiniest seed of light that would, one day, expand into a magnificent tree.

Eve continued to sniffle, but she was no longer arrested by uncontrollable despair, and her frail body had begun to calm to silent shaking, interrupted only by an occasional body-wide spasm that shuddered through her, as if a part of her was shedding the final vestiges of a former self. Words wouldn't come to her anymore, but she was grateful, though her mind had become so numb that it was impossible for her to even comprehend it in herself, save for some primal urge of a child, yearning for its mother.

Then exhaustion consumed her.

She didn't remember consciously laying down, but when she opened her eyes again, slow and bleary, and a slow, deep breath pulling her back into the room, she was greeted by the faint smell of fresh food, and the gentle sound of children.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery stood near the small table, setting down a plate of warm food with practiced ease. The scent of fresh bread and something savory lingered in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the home around her. Baby Yvaine was still curled up in her bassinet, letting out the occasional sleepy coo, lost in whatever dreams a baby might have.

The soft patter of small feet filled the space between it all, and then—

"Mama!"

Valery barely had time to react before a little pair of hands gripped the fabric of her pants, a small weight pressing against her leg. She glanced down, her expression instantly softening as she reached out to ruffle Eryx's dark hair.

"What is it, sweetheart?" she asked gently.

The two-year-old blinked up at her with wide green eyes, his tiny hands curling into the fabric of her robes. He didn't always have a reason when he called for her — sometimes, he just wanted her attention, wanted to be held, wanted to be with her. And Valery never minded.

She scooped him up effortlessly, settling him against her hip as she kissed the top of his head. "You're getting heavier," she teased, though she held him just as easily as she always did.

Eryx just giggled, nuzzling into her shoulder. "Mama."

Valery's smirk softened into something more tender as she swayed slightly, rubbing small, soothing circles along his back. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the subtle shift on the couch — movement.

Turning slightly, her fiery gaze landed on Everest, and she offered a warm smile, her voice carrying the same steady kindness as before.

"Ah, you're awake," she said, adjusting Eryx in her arms. "I hope you're still hungry."

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

Eve's body ached, but as she stretched slowly, she felt the renewed flow of circulation slowly warm her dulled muscles. Sluggishly, she sat up, trying to get a sense of what was going on, and was relieved to finally no longer be shivering. The sharp edges of her senses had started to finally smooth and warm in a way she hadn't felt since before Jedha. Was this the first time she had slept since coming back? It certainly felt like it, and she knew she could sleep even more if given the chance, but now that she was up, she decided she'd better stay up and not intrude on Master Noble's private life too much.

But already she had offered that same familiar kindness that had penetrated Eve's wounded heart, unrelenting and drenched in a powerful, motherly love she had so desperately needed. The mere thought of it sent a tiny shudder through her that threatened to make her cry again from shear humility, but she stopped herself. She wouldn't cry, not anymore. She was done crying. Besides, she was exhausted.

Eve breathed in through her nose and she was became enraptured by the smell of food. From her days-empty stomach came a very audible groan that shuddered through her body. Placing her hand over her tummy, embarrassed, she silently nodded. The hunger she had suddenly become acutely aware of had made her nauseous, and she knew she would devour anything put in front of her.

Little Eryx looked at her with curiosity, then gave an adorable grin with a wave of his little hand. Eve waved back, perhaps more sheepishly than the boy.
"H-hi," she croaked, her throat more dry than when it was before sleep took her. But she smiled, and she found it came to her easier than she expected. Looking back at Valery, she was able to manage one more timid croak. "Thank you."

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's smile only softened at the sound of Everest's voice — small, croaky, but carrying the unmistakable warmth of someone who was slowly finding her way back to herself.

She adjusted Eryx against her hip as he waved enthusiastically at Everest, his little fingers wiggling in excitement. "Hi!" he chirped back, grinning before immediately burying his face against Valery's shoulder, just a little shy.

Valery chuckled softly, shifting her weight before nodding toward the table. "Come, sit," she urged gently. "There's plenty of food, and you need to eat."

She walked over first, settling Eryx into a small chair beside her own. The two-year-old kicked his feet idly as Valery set a plate in front of him, cutting up small pieces of food so he could manage them easily. "Here you go, sweetheart," she murmured to him before turning back to Everest, nodding toward her seat with a look that left no room for argument — only care.

The meal was warm, filling, and freshly made, a combination of simple dishes that carried the unmistakable comfort of home. Soft bread, roasted vegetables, something lightly seasoned but nourishing — nothing extravagant, but perfect for someone who needed to rebuild her strength.

"Take your time," Valery encouraged, watching Everest with steady kindness as she helped Eryx take a bite of his food. "Get comfortable. You're safe here."

It was an open invitation — not just to eat, but to settle, to breathe, to allow herself a moment where she didn't have to be anything but herself. There was no rush. No pressure. Just warmth, quiet company, and the soft giggles of a two-year-old who, halfway through his meal, had decided playing with his food was more fun than eating it.

Valery sighed, amused, as she gently wiped a bit of mashed vegetable from Eryx's cheek before flashing Everest another small smile.

"No pressure," she added lightly. "But I'd love to see you actually finish a full plate."

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

The smell of the food made Eve's stomach churn and groan with hunger, which made her keenly aware of how empty it really was. She placed her hand again over it to soothe herself, before slowly sitting down at the table. She looked at the food, simple but nourishing, made with love, and she could feel emotions take hold of her as she stared at it. Despite how obviously starved she was, her body had frozen at the up-close sight of food.

A moment of two later, Master Noble's gentle voice reached her ears again. She was so loving and kind, and Eve's eyes looked between her and little Eryx. She felt an immense sense of awe for this remarkable woman; this woman, who was capable of so much, able to lead the fight against the galaxy's horrors, and be the most loving and generous mother one could ask for – eight times, no less, and that wasn't even including the motherly care she gave to all of her students... and Eve herself.

So she picked up her fork and took a slither of potato, placing it delicately into her mouth and chewed. It had been so long, some part of her wondered if she had forgotten how to eat. But the potato melted in her mouth, leaving a buttery, herby aftertaste on her tongue. It was... good. Really good, and she took another slither, and then another. She took a carrot, and some parsnip, both of which had a natural sweetness that gently aroused her senses, and took a small rip of warm, crispy bread that seemed to wake her up further. The bread especially brought her mind to memories of home.

Before she knew it, she was smiling, eating at a gradually increasing pace, and as she did the colour started to visibly return to her face. She became aware of the feeling all over her body again, and a natural warmth that started to grow again inside of her. When little Eryx decided it would be an excellent idea to hurl some mashed potato onto the table in adorable protest, a small laugh escaped her, surprising even herself.

The evening carried on a while, as Eve worked through her plate, and when they were all finished, a gentle silence sat between them, no longer tense and worrying, but warm.
"Master..." she said after a while, her voice finally back after much need hydration. "How do you do it?" The question lingered a moment between them, before she felt she could articulate better. "How do you... be such a good mother, to Eryx, to all of your children– How are you able to give so much love to so many people, like me, and all the other amazing things you do for everyone... when you know... what's out there?"

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery watched Everest eat with quiet satisfaction, her lips curving into a soft smile as the younger woman gradually relaxed, color returning to her face with each bite. It was a small thing — sitting at a table, eating a warm meal — but it meant something. It meant Everest was still here. Still fighting.

By the time they were finishing up, Eryx had fully abandoned any pretense of proper dining etiquette. With an excited little squeal, he flung a final bit of mashed potato onto the table, grinning like he had just achieved something monumental.

Valery sighed, amused. "I should've seen that coming."

Reaching over, she wiped his messy cheeks, then leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Alright, my little troublemaker, go play."

Eryx giggled and slid off his chair, toddling happily toward the soft play area in the corner of the room, where a few of his toys had already been scattered. And just as Valery was about to turn back to Everest, a familiar, soft noise caught her attention. She glanced toward the bassinet nearby and smiled as tiny, wiggling movements signaled that someone else was waking up.

With practiced ease, Valery reached in and gently lifted Yvaine into her arms, cradling the sleepy infant close. Yvaine let out a tiny yawn, her little fingers curling into the fabric of Valery's tunic as she nestled into the warmth of her mother's embrace.

Valery settled back in her chair, lightly rocking Yvaine as she turned her attention fully to Everest — just in time to hear her question. Valery blinked, then chuckled softly.

"I wasn't born this way, you know."

She smiled a little, tilting her head. "I've been through my share of hard times. I've struggled. I've doubted myself. I've had to learn and grow — sometimes through painful lessons. But every step, every choice, every mistake… it shaped me into who I am now." She shifted slightly, adjusting Yvaine in her arms.

"I choose to love. I choose to give as much as I can, because I know what it's like to have nothing. And I know what's out there — I know how cruel and dangerous the galaxy can be." Her gaze turned steady, firm.

"But that's why I do this. That's why I love so much. I don't want my children, or you, or anyone else I care about to face that darkness alone. And as long as I can fight, as long as I can stand between people and the horrors out there…"

A quiet strength settled into her voice.

"Then I will."

A pause.

Then Valery's lips quirked slightly, her gaze warm again as she chuckled. "Besides," she added, pressing a light kiss to Yvaine's tiny forehead. "I have so much love to give. And it's not something I ever want to hold back."

Her eyes flicked back to Everest, watching her carefully. "So, if you ever think you don't deserve it — if you ever doubt that you're worth the care people show you…"

Valery smiled gently.

"Just know that you are."

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

Valery's words hung heavy in the air. They circled around Eve's mind, not in any way that would disorient or confuse, but in a way that wove itself into the fabric of her being. It was as if she was being rebuilt — reborn — slowly but surely by the wisdom of this woman; this woman who had changed her life, and was changing her life.

She could feel her eyes welling up again, but no longer out of lamentation. Rather, because she felt so loved, and because she finally understood her purpose in that love. She was to live her life for others, in service to the greater good, in order to protect, preserve and empower those who needed it most. She — Everest Vale, the little Echani farm girl — was here, had chosen to come here, to become Jedi. Jedi. That meant something, and in that moment she was reminded of a solemn promise she had made to someone long ago.

The tears ignored her attempts to hold them back, but she no longer cared. Politely, she wiped them away and smiled.

"I think I understand." Her voice was more sure than it had ever been, and a certain fierceness had grown in her eyes that seemed to reflect against Master Noble's own as they locked. "Thank you. I'm... I'm not sure how I can repay you for this. For everything."

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery watched Everest, warmth shining in her fiery gaze as the younger woman wiped away her tears. Not from pain. Not from sadness. But from understanding.

That was all Valery had ever wanted.

A small smile touched her lips as Everest spoke, her voice steadier now, carrying a new strength — one that Valery knew had been inside her all along. She had just needed to find it.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Valery murmured, gently bouncing Yvaine in her arms. “All I ask is that you do your best. Be the best Jedi you can be. Be the best version of yourself.”

She tilted her head slightly, her voice light with amusement. “That’ll be more than enough.”

But before Everest could say anything else—

A tiny hand suddenly grabbed at her pants. Eryx had crawled over from his play area, his toy speeder bike clutched in one hand as he looked up at Everest with big, expectant eyes.

“Play?” he chirped hopefully, his little fingers tugging at her pants again for emphasis.

Valery chuckled softly, shifting Yvaine in her arms so she could lean forward just enough to ruffle Eryx’s messy hair. “Looks like someone has other plans for you,” she teased, her smirk playful.

Eryx nodded enthusiastically, lifting his toy up toward Everest like an offering of great importance.

Valery glanced at Everest, her smile soft and knowing. “Seems like you’ve got an important mission now.”

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

The little one's gentle pull averted Eve's attention, and his wide, sparkling eyes couldn't help but swell her healing heart. He was so sweet, and Eve gave him a gentle smile that she found came strangely naturally to her. She nodded to him, letting out a gentle "Mhm."

Tiny fingers curling around one of her own, Eryx pulled Eve enthusiastically to the play area where he had already arranged a mountain of very tidily 'organised' toys. He plunged a hand into the mountain, threatening its structural integrity, and pulled out a small action figure of a woman in white. He handed it very seriously to Eve.

"Prin-shesh."

Eve took the figure gently and looked at it.

Eryx rummaged around a little bit more through the pile — which was rather quickly falling apart and turning more into an erupting volcano — and eventually pulled out the action figure of a little Jedi in brown. He held it up with a fully outstretched arm and gestured clumsily to himself. He then grabbed a handful of smaller miscellaneous figures and set them up about on the floor in a circle around Eve with intense focus. He pat the floor next to Eve and gave a dramatic grimace to the figures around her, as Eve sat on the floor and held up her figure, at the ready for intense drama.

What followed was total chaos.

Making an assortment of swishes, whoops and crashing noises, 'Jedi Eryx' proceeded to crawl across the floor fighting each figure one by one, knocking them out of sight as he worked methodically through them. Meanwhile, Eve couldn't help but grin at how utterly adorable he was, and she awkwardly shook her figure with anticipation and excitement, quietly cheering him on.

By the time Eryx got the last one, he stood up, walked to Eve's front, and very intentionally fell into her with a single step. Eve's arms instinctively caught him, and he brushed his face against her affectionately. Eve giggled, ruffling his hair.
"My hero!"

Eryx stepped back and looked at her in the eye, suddenly serious, and tapped his hand on hers.
"Prin-shesh no cry. Hero!"

Eve was struck still a moment, and it took all that she could muster to in fact oblige his request. Eryx had already run off to Valery, Jedi in hand, to boast about his handiwork.
"Mama! Hero!"

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery barely had time to react before Eryx came barreling into her, his little arms flailing excitedly as he held up his Jedi action figure like it was the greatest prize in the galaxy.

"Mama! Hero!"

A warm laugh slipped past her lips as she caught him effortlessly, scooping him up into her arms with practiced ease. "Oh, really?" she mused, tilting her head as she met his bright, triumphant eyes. "You were the hero?" Eryx nodded enthusiastically, his messy hair bouncing with the motion.

Valery gasped playfully, pressing a kiss to his forehead before resting her cheek against his soft curls. "My brave little Jedi," she murmured, her voice brimming with affection. "I knew you'd save the day."

Eryx beamed, clearly basking in the praise, but then his expression turned serious again. He twisted slightly in Valery's arms, peeking over at Everest.

"Prin-shesh no cry," he repeated, as if making absolutely sure his mission had been a success.

Valery followed his gaze, her fiery eyes softening as she looked at Everest. There was something about the way Eryx had comforted her — so simple, so pure — that made her heart swell. She reached out, brushing a gentle hand through Eryx's hair before glancing at Everest with a warm, knowing smile. "I think you made a pretty great hero, Eryx," she told him, "But you know what real heroes do after saving the day?"

Eryx tilted his head, his tiny brow furrowing in thought.

Valery grinned. "They get snackies."

Eryx gasped like she had just revealed the greatest secret of the universe. "Snackies?!"

"Mmhm." She nodded solemnly. "And I think I know just the thing."

With that, she bounced him lightly in her arms before turning back toward Everest. "You coming, Princess?" she teased, her smirk playful, her gaze warm. "Can't have a victory feast without the one who was rescued, after all."

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

The tenderness little Eryx showed her made Eve's heart swell again and again, and her lip quivered a little when he repeated his simple, powerful words to her. She pushed it away as she shot a warm smile back at him, making sure he was absolutely sure that he had succeeded in his noble quest. And truthfully, he had done.

"You coming, Princess? Can't have a victory feast without the one who was rescued, after all."

She blushed a little, a testament of the warmth returning further to her face, and she let loose a smirk that shockingly almost rivalled Valery's. With a simple, silent nod, she followed them into the kitchen where treasures untold awaited the little Jedi hero and his damsel in distress. Back in the living area, whilst voraciously nomming on delicious snackies, Eryx seemed to have taken a greater shine to Eve, and she to him, and they would both giggle uncontrollably together all throughout the hour that followed as they entertained one another.

The evening pressed on. The temple was stiller than the hours before, and this reflected the Noble quarters which had lulled to a gentle silence. Eryx refused to go to bed without Everest there to tuck him in, and she warmly obliged him.

"Thank you saving me, my hero," she whispered to him with affected pride. "The Princess won't cry anymore. I promise. Pinky swear." Remembering the way her own mother would make her feel better as a child — when the bad times came for them — it was as if she was directly channelling her when she spoke to the little Noble. Eryx's tiny pinky finger took hers and she gave a delicate, single shake. Eryx tapped his forehead, as if trying to tell her he wanted something. Smiling, she leaned down to give his forehead a tiny kiss — which caused a sleepy, victorious giggle to escape him — before leaving the room to allow Valery to settle him in for the night.
"Sleep well."

As she sat back down on the sofa, she was allowed a brief moment alone to reflect on the last... however many hours had passed. The stillness in the air offered an intense comfort that wrapped around her. Mere hours ago, the galaxy seemed like such a cold, unforgiving place that she had no place in.

But now?

Now, she was learning to love herself again.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery moved through the quiet halls of their home, the warmth of the evening still lingering in her chest. With gentle care, she had tucked Eryx in, whispering soft reassurances and brushing her fingers through his messy curls until his eyes fluttered shut. Yvaine had already been nestled into her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber.

Now, with both little ones asleep, Valery finally allowed herself to exhale.

The day had been long, but it had been good. She felt it in the way her shoulders relaxed, in the quiet hum of contentment that settled into her bones.

And Everest... Everest had smiled. Laughed. Found comfort in a moment that, just hours before, had felt impossible. That meant everything. With a small, satisfied smile, Valery stepped back into the living area, her fiery gaze finding Everest seated on the couch. The younger woman looked better. Lighter. And Valery wanted to hold onto that.

She settled beside her, sinking into the cushions with an ease that only came after a long, full day. "Well," she murmured, stretching out her legs before tilting her head toward Everest with a smirk. "I'd say that was a success."

Her amusement lingered for a moment, but then, as she turned fully toward Everest, something softer, something more thoughtful took its place.

"There's actually one last thing I wanted to ask you about." She studied Everest carefully, giving her time to shift gears, to prepare for something a little more serious. "Has anyone already offered to be your Master?" There was no pressure in the question, no expectation. Just quiet curiosity, laced with the same warmth that had carried through the entire evening.

Because if Everest hadn't found someone yet.

Well.

That was something Valery could change.

Everest Vale ​

 

[Everest Vale]

"Well, I'd say that was a success."

Eve couldn't help but let a shy smile come to her. She was grateful for the quiet moment between them, in such a casual and relaxing way removed from any expectation between them both. Eve was tired, and she could tell Valery was too, and for a moment the two enjoyed simply sitting in each other's company, like friends, or a mother and daughter. It was nice. Eve's heart warmed.

But when Master Noble's next words came, it was as if the hanging exhaustion suddenly melted away, immediately replaced with an inquisitive confusion as to where exactly that question was leading. Eve tilted her head at her, doe-like eyes gazing at her, trying to suddenly gauge what she was leading to.

"Um, n-no. Nobody has yet." In truth, she didn't feel like she had been worthy enough to have a Master of her own yet. She had spent weeks giving herself such a hard time, trying her best to stand out but seemingly failing in that endeavour. Then Jedha happened. But if today taught Eve anything at all, it was that she was, in fact, worthy, if only she was able to find someone suitable. She looked to Valery, visibly curious.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery watched as Everest's expression shifted—curiosity, confusion, maybe even the smallest flicker of hope. The younger woman was trying to read her, to make sense of where this was going, and for a moment, Valery just let her. She wanted this to be Everest's decision, not something she was pushed into, not something she felt she had to accept.

But when Everest spoke — nobody has yet — Valery's smile softened. With a slow breath, she adjusted her position on the couch, shifting so she could fully face Everest. There was no formality in the way she sat, no stiff posture or rehearsed speech. Just earnestness, warmth, and something steadier beneath it all. A quiet kind of certainty.

"I'd like to change that," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "If you'll have me."

She let those words settle for a moment, watching Everest carefully, watching the way her breath hitched just slightly, the way her eyes widened. And then, because Valery would never make an offer without honesty, without full clarity of what it meant, she continued.

"If you become my Padawan, I'm going to push you," she warned, not harshly, but not lightly either. "I'll train you harder than you've ever trained before. I'll make you question things, make you think in ways you haven't before, because that's what the Galaxy will demand of you."

Her expression turned more serious, more weighted. "Because the truth is, Everest… the Galaxy isn't always kind. It isn't always fair. You already know that." Her voice softened, but there was something undeniably strong beneath it — a promise, an understanding. "But I will make sure you're ready for it. I'll make sure that no matter where you go, no matter what you face, you won't just survive — you'll stand tall."

Her smirk returned, small but warm. "And maybe we'll have a little fun along the way, too." She exhaled, tilting her head slightly.

"So, what do you say?"

Everest Vale ​