It did sing here. Perhaps part of what made it special was that it had been isolated so long. Much like Dantooine, it by and large had avoided galactic politics, for better or for worse.

She followed the sense of him, like a small, glowing fin flickering in dark waters. He hid very well - better, she thought, than the other Jedi Masters would managed. It was a testament to his skills, which had always been considerable. Part of her wondered how things would have gone if he had ever formally been one of her students.

She could have shaped him into something even more than he was. A lost opportunity. But when he exited his hut, she would be standing there, silent.