Aeris paid little mind to the other Jedi. She was aware of them, that they had been pushed into adjacent rooms, but she never focused on them. Her companions could handle themselves and she was more interested in the Jedi who stood before her, lightsaber still active, positioned in a fighting stance, as though he expected her to attack. Unlike when they were younger, he had cleared his mind of all thoughts and managed to prevent her from reading him to the full extent that was possible. Still, she could feel the connection that still lingered, even after all this time. This connection made it nearly impossible for him to completely close himself off from her, even if he otherwise had the strength to fully resist her. Regardless, he did quite a good job at hiding his emotions and clearing his thoughts. The only things she could make out for certain were his concern for his companions and his disappointment in her.<br/><br/>She had to admit, it stung a bit, despite her best efforts, when she heard those words and felt the disappointment in him. He knew nothing of who she was now, yet he dared to judge her? It stung, but it was also frustrating. Still, she managed to hide the frustration, even if she hid nothing else. Her expression was, no doubt, hard to read. It carried the weight of everything she felt while still, somehow, managing to show nothing at all. It was an acquired talent, really, one that was unique to her, or so she'd been told. She guessed it was due to her natural affinity to emotions. Dren, however, was a different story. He'd always been better than her at remaining calm, keeping his emotions in check. Even now, despite how much stronger her abilities had gotten, despite the bond they shared, she still felt little, and his face showed even less.<br/><br/>"Don't presume to know more than you do, Dren. You know nothing." she replied in the same calm voice, but her brows furrowed ever so slightly. She opened her mouth to speak again but was cut off by the scream of one of the Jedi. She pressed her lips together and glanced between him and the room where the scream had come from, seeing the Jedi, who was now wounded, and Jax who stood over her. She made no move to stop Dren as he rushed off to aid his companion. Jax would be fine for the moment.<br/><br/>She frowned as she stared off in the direction he'd gone. What was she to do? She couldn't interfere without compromising her position among the Sith. They forgave many of her "quirks" as they liked to call them, but they would not forgive her saving a Jedi. Not to mention that doing so may very well lead to the Jedi learning of their existence. She could have pulled Dren back and sealed the room off, but then the Jedi would surely die and Dren would, undoubtedly, be angry with her. He might even hate her for this. Yet she couldn't simply stand by and allow her companion to face two Jedi alone. He was strong, but between the two, even he couldn't hold out forever. Besides, he was one of her only real friends among the Sith. She had to interfere, she knew that. The question was, how to do so while giving both sides the impression that she she wasn't against them.<br/><br/>The thoughts flit through her mind in a matter of seconds, her eyes focused on the battle before her. Jax had managed to block the attacks of the two Jedi, but Dren was readying to strike again. Jax wouldn't be able to stop it. She cursed to herself and pushed off from the ground with her right foot, moving quickly across the room, using the Force to augment her speed. A moment later she slid in between the two, her white blade blocking Dren's blade, her red hair and cloak fluttering behind her and dust stirring around her from the quick movement. Her eyes were closed for a moment before she used the Force to push the two Jedi back. It wasn't a blast like before, meant to throw them across the room, but rather a small blast only strong enough to push them back far enough to prevent an immediate attack. It wouldn't knock them off their feet or hurt them in any way, it would simply put some distance between them.<br/><br/>She stood up straight, lightsabers in her hands as she glanced between the Jedi and her companion. What to do? She was silent for but a moment before she spoke. "I see." she frowned. "You let me go so easily and presume to know who I became as a result. Yet for her, you rush to her side and leave me behind?" It was silly, the idea that he was responsible for who she was, or that there was anything other than friendship between him and the other Jedi. But no one needed to know her true feelings. "If your new girlfriend is such a distraction, then perhaps I should remove her from the picture?" her face and voice gave away nothing of what she felt as she stepped forward, reaching out with the force and lifting the girl up by her throat.<br/><br/>She watched as the girl's feet left the ground, flailing as they did. She then threw her into the next room and leaped after her, clipping her sabers to her belt and using the Force to pull the two doors that separated the rooms closed behind her. She then used the Force to create a cushion so that the girl didn't hit the wall so hard, and then caught her in her arms before she hit the ground. She hated to leave Dren with Jax, but Jax knew better than to kill him, as she'd specifically given them instructions before, and Dren was in a better position to fight than the girl had been. She knew Jax had been surprised by her actions, but he didn't question them, even in his mind, so that was good. It had worked, then. Good. She just hoped that Dren would eventually realize why she had said and done what she had.<br/><br/>"This will be troublesome to explain later." she sighed as she placed the Jedi on the ground, leaning her against the wall and examining her. "Sorry. But it's just easier this way." she spoke with a surprisingly gentle voice as she reached out a hand and used the Force to leach energy from the Jedi. It was enough to steal her consciousness and put her to sleep for a short time. She couldn't risk the Jedi trying to fight her.<br/><br/>She examined the wound and frowned slightly. Healing the wound of a Jedi that was created by her Sith companion. She thought that had to be frowned upon. Regardless, the wound was pretty deep. It was likely bleeding inside and slowly sapping away her strength. It shouldn't matter to her. Perhaps it didn't. The girl meant nothing to her. But she wasn't cruel or heartless, nor did she wish for Dren to truly hate her.<br/><br/>She disregarded the thoughts and placed her hand over the wound and reached out with the Force, touching the very cells within her. She could feel the Force flowing through her and into the Jedi, into her cells, stopping the bleeding and beginning to pull tissue back together. She stopped before the wound was fully healed, or visibly changed. She didn't want to waste all of her strength, nor did she wish for anyone to know what she'd done. She wasn't a healer, so the task took a great deal more of her strength than it would have for someone with more practice in the art. She couldn't risk any more, even if she weren't trying to keep her involvement a secret from her companions.