Safely in hyperspace, with Ahsoka in her berth and the pilot's cabin door locked, Asajj took up the box with her master's lightsaber and opened it in her lap. She stared at the saber for a long while before reaching forward to hold it once more.

Oddly, she no longer felt the burning, abrasive, raw rage that had sent her tearing through the galaxy after Narec's death. Instead, deep in her chest she felt a knot loosen, a knot that was hollow, aching, wet, and lonely.

Panth landed on her shoulder then, rubbing her face against her neck. Through the Force, Asajj could feel the little creature's own pain of losing her pack and family. It made her feel less alone and made her pain more bearable. She didn't even notice the tears on her face.