Silver Star

It took a while for her words to settle and process in Eve's mind. Become Grandmaster Valery Noble's Padawan? Her actual direct apprentice? The thought of it swam about her mind as she considered what that actually meant.
She would probably be under a lot of scrutiny as the student of the head of the whole Order. It would be a lot of pressure, and that's aside from how hard the work would be under her tutelage. Was she even worthy to take up such a mantle? Could she even handle it? Grandmaster Valery Noble's Padawan...
But no. She was worthy. Master Noble herself had made her keenly aware of this today. And why else would she offer her this huge opportunity if she didn't in fact believe in her, that she was worthy, and that she could handle it?
She looked again to Valery. Sitting so close, she could see the vivid details of her face. The scars across her eye that spoke of past experience and resolve, the blazing bright eyes that had seen so much of the galaxy. Those deep, orange eyes saw Eve for who she was, without any trappings, without any pretence. They looked at her with earnest respect, care and strength. And Eve was suddenly so sure — more sure than she had ever been of anything in all of her life — that she, too, wanted the capacity to give that to others. She knew in that moment that she would do everything she could in her power to do her proud.
"Okay," she said with a simple confidence that was unlike anything she had shown before. "Yes." A smile came to her, warm and gentle like Valery's had been, that came so naturally to her that she could feel it transforming herself from within.
"Master, I accept."