The memories of Kintan were hard on the mind, and Wyatt had spent every waking moment of free time he had coming to terms with the back to back casualities caused by the Sith. It wasn’t easy - and the deaths wore heavy on him; as he could feel their pain imparted on him through the Force. Ten thousand screams, and only one soul to process it.
He sighed as he lifted himself up from the dojo’s floor. More than that, he realized there was yet someone who had taken on more than he had - Jend-Ro Quill , a Jedi Master otherwise secluded to the harsh winters of Hoth was faced with the emotional strain of a dozen deaths; but he had gone a step farther, and taken the pain upon himself. A pacifist, Wyatt knew he wasn’t prepared for what had happened - but he had no choice in the moment.
The blood that covered the elderly man, the blood that came after; even in his uncious state, he knew he would have felt some of what occurred. There was no doubting the Master would have his own troubles dealing with the situation - and the distance Quill had from most Jedi in the Order didn’t help the situation much either. So, Wyatt had devised a moment guised in ‘officiality’ to hopefully open a path for Jend-Ro.
As the door opened, Wyatt smiled at the figure as he entered -
“Welcome, Jend-Ro. I know its short notice, but I thought you might enjoy a bit of training.”, Wyatt offered with a small bow.
“Something to get our minds off the galaxy at large. If you’re up for it, that is.”