Jeela frowned as she walked through the garden. There was a different feel in them now. Darker. More pained. This was usually a tranquil place. What was causing this blight? She strode towards the source, jaw set, but then stopped when she saw fellow padawan [member="Kycoros Oberon"]. What was it that was trouble him?
She took a few hesitant steps towards him and crouched down next to him, trying to think of how to approach this, internally frustrated with herself. She had never really been outstanding in interpersonal relationships outside of her duties. She'd left that to others.
"What problem is causing you to suffer such as you are?" She asked, carefully sitting down. Perhaps not the most polite way, but she was more direct than she was polite.