Aavi'nayii is in the Jedi Retreat Courtyard, her legs crossed as she meditates atop a rock. Emerging from the depths of the gardens, Aure walks with confidence, each step taken with a relative calm but a hidden storm glides behind her gaze. The mirialan strides forth, not yet noticing her friend, her own thoughts playing out before her eyes. The paneled robes flare with her movements as bare feet brush the ground in a gentle embrace. Worrying her lower lip, Aure nods, "this is not good...but were any Jedi ships?" She questions softly, hope in her gaze that she will be told otherwise.