Nyrvia stood stock still, taking in Zelus' form slowly. She wasn't fully recovered from the injuries she'd sustained on Hoth. Traveling through space time was no small feat, even for a Force Master. After her arrival on Tython, she'd felt uneasy, disoriented, and out of place. She bit her lip hard, hands resting at her sides. Nervously, she began to scrunch up the soft, light brown cloth of her robes whilst quietly inspecting him with an air of near confusion. "If I get chosen y-yes..." she whispered in reply. As he hugged her, she seemed to become stone. A few seconds later, she relaxed enough to hug him back. "Th-thanks. You be safe too."<br/><br/>A Jedi Knight slowly took her hand to lead her into the meditation room; she didn't want to be touching a Sith. Hesitating, she pointed to the back of the room and far from the other students. "Go there and think on what the Council has told you, young S-... one. Then eat and rest. I will... be babysitting you until someone picks you or you get kicked out. Likely, the latter first. Be well."<br/><br/>Nyrvia gave an absent nod, not even registering the woman's tone or demeanor. She smiled back at Zelus, then settled into a cushion and held her knees.