IC: The battle had changed Amalia for sure. She had left the scene that day a changed woman. It was clear that the woman still had her physical and mental scars with her battle, but the same pure and tranquil atmosphere that was known to exist within her, no longer seemed to be; instead something more rough, resilient, and bold was found as her replacement.
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Theed, Naboo.
She never came too close but still managed to stay far enough away. She watched them from time to time, wishing she were with them. Sometimes she would study them, other times she would listen.
No one went unnoticed.
From the Jedi Masters down to the very last padawan, she watched.
In the moment, she stood watching one. A Jedi Master.
She stood very close, only a few feet away.
A back to her; still the form was easily recognizable.
She had been standing there for at least twenty minutes, but the figure never bothered to look up, content within a diligent task.
Her presence had been masked; she suddenly let it run free.
"I did it for desire and I'm not sorry," she said, speaking firmly toward the figure.
She had taken life; she felt no remorse.