Karal made his way to Anakin's office after his class, an oddly shaped, cloth swathed bundle under one arm. He tapped lightly on the edge of the doorframe, and cleared his throat. "I will not stay long, but there was something I wished you to have," he said.

He didn't say that he also wanted to make sure that Anakin was all right. The memory of Danyel, and the weight of what they'd done, were weighing heavy on him. He could only imagine how much heavier they were for Anakin.

"I might, for awhile. I've work I have to be returning too," he said, returning the smile as he came in. "I wanted to bring you something, to say thank you for your help, and," he set the bundle on Anakin's desk and started to unwrap it, revealing the oddly shaped lantern, "and for its own sake."

"It is a meditation lantern," he explained. "I brought it with me from Karse." He pulled a tiny candle and the lighter with the tiger on it out of his satchel, lit the candle and popped it inside the glass, closing the tiny door behind it. "They've been made this way, from bronze and glass, for hundreds of years."

As the flame flickered, the office was filled with a warm golden glow, flashes of red from the ruby glass playing across the walls. "It's peace and warmth, whenever you need it. I thought," he looked down at the lamp, "you might like it."

John had surprised himself this weekend when he'd recalled Anakin's words from Ethics class. This explained why he was standing in the doorway, staring at the complicated machinery and wondering what he'd been thinking coming here after what happened last time.

"No," John replied, hoping that would never happen again. "I was sort of wondering about something I remembered from class last semester."

John took a seat, feeling less confident than usual about being there. "I wondered if you would tell me more about the Jedi Order. From your time."