Standing in the shadows with Daara, Selu watched the people gathered around the roaring fires perhaps a hundred meters away. The blaze and the festivities down below were far enough away that he could see them, but the distance between him and the fire meant that he felt the full effects of the chill wind blowing through the cave. Shivering, he wrapped his cloak around him tighter, a parallel for the tight control he was keeping on his Force presence, muffled and discreet. “Nervous?” asked Daara, who was also standing beside him and Spectre. “A little,” Selu replied. “How did you know that?”