Zambrano Estate, Maena
Things had been quiet since the moment she had, by all rights, died on Rhand.
Quiet in the streets, quiet in the void of space as she flew back across the smear of stars to Maena, and silent in her head - there had always been a whisper there, before, some connection to a past that she thought she'd be satisfied by severing herself from, but now there was nothing. Worse, still, was the icy chill that simply refused to leave her spine, or the anxious feeling of tightness in her chest, and the time that followed her seemingly first and last confrontation with Quinn Varanin left her further from the freedom she'd been promised than she had been in the first place. Servants that rushed towards her, mortified at the state she was in when she returned, were entirely ignored by the visibly numb Vesta - she had everything she'd decided that she had wanted, and somehow it still felt like she was missing something. A wet rag pressed up against the side of her face, its snow-white fabric turning red as whatever medicinal substance it was doused in ate away at the dirty scabbing that had started to form over one of her wounds, but she didn't seem the least bit fazed, much less as concerned as the servants fearing the wrath of the heiress' father if he were to discover the state she was in.
Though he already knew, she'd already spilled her heart out to him in such a manner he'd thought that she'd torn it out with her hands and a knife.
He wasn't pleased with the decision she'd made, the pointless, and in the views of most anyone, senseless mutilation she'd caused for herself, but she'd made it clear that she was her own master at this point - much more-so than she had in the past. Stepping into the meditation chambers that she'd set aside for her apprentice to use when she'd brought her to the estate some time ago for the first time, expecting solitude - the servants barred from following her inside - she instead found Darth Daiara inside, apparently returning sooner than she'd expected. Not that the girl had offered her a window of time for her return longer than this, she had been intending to return before Vesta had left for Rhand, but she hadn't exactly been one for punctuality.
"I don't understand how you do it." She said breathlessly, exhaustion clear by the lack of drive in the tone of her voice.
She was down on her hands and knees rather quickly, once the doors closed behind her, and let her composure fall apart - her face was nearly gaunt, her skin a sickly pallor, with sweat rolling down her forehead. This was, certainly, the lowest she'd ever felt and it certainly looked it. She'd exerted herself heavily, consuming so much for the first time and in such a wide-sweeping pull, but she wasn't speaking about the state of her stamina, that was something she'd plenty of experience dealing with - emotional stress, however, was something she was still grappling with.
By the looks of it, it'd gotten the better of her.
"It's so much easier to just shut.. everything out.." She managed as she let her body rest in her kneeling position.