The blue-skinned woman tilts her head, opening up to the Force and feeling the sheer pain coming from this girl. She closes again, quickly, before she herself begins to cry, and her eyes are even so a little damp.

"My order believes that we all pass into the greater Force when we pass. Some beings, of strong will and with a deep desire to remember, can come back as spirits to speak to the living and impart their wisdom to us. Other beings use their rage to become vengeful creatures of the Force, clawing for one more moment of a stolen life. But... after we pass into the Force, we are part of all life, all things. I can't believe that as long as we are all there, we can't find the spirits of those we loved again." She pauses, gathering her thoughts.

"There are even stories of the raging ones, the dark wraiths, having those that cared for them in life pulling them back into the Force. If that kind of love exists past the end of our physical forms, then when we pass from ours, those we loved will be there for us to embrace us when we return to them."

She reaches out through the Force, and a cup of water floats to her hand, which then puts the cup on the table.

"When was the last time you ate?" she asks softly.