[Carata watches her move and shift, eyes watching the way the tentacle that ran down the back of her head shifted. As inconvenient as her appearance may have been in this time and place, it was still quite lovely. Nostalgic in a way. She doesn't dwell on the feeling. It didn't do to live so much in the past. Perhaps the future would bring her to another world that was less isolated.]

It's quite alright. Not everyone is suited to staying in one place.

[She had been a homebody, before. She still retained echoes of that inclination now, but she knew many members of the Nest were wanderers, at heart. They were lucky. The Nest would provide them with plenty of chances to roam.]

I'm sure you'll do fine. There are many good people who live there.

[She seems more at ease now, with a path laid before her. Good, Carata likes to help, and her pleasure is clear and buoyant. She hopes that every conversation she has with Ahsoka leaves her so calm and centered, even if she knows it might not be possible.]