Alethea worked on fixing their food while Thal-ion got changed. She was aware of his presence in the room when he arrived, watching her as she fixed the food. It didn't bother her as she might have thought it would, nor did she feel uncomfortable under his gaze. She might have felt a bit shy if she had allowed the emotion to register, but she hadn't. Instead, once she had finished preparing the food, she turned and gave him a smile before placing the food on the table. He embraced her and she him, before they both sat.<br/><br/>She noted his change in attire to something that, like her own attire, was a bit less traditional, but more practical for what they would soon face. That, however, was not what stuck out most to her. Rather, it was that the green of the tunic and cloak, though darker than his eyes, somehow made them stand out even more. She smiled at this before she began eating. This was hardly the time to get distracted by such things. Still, it was a welcome distraction, if only a momentary one.<br/><br/>Thal-ion broke the momentary silence, returning her thoughts to their mission. She gave a nod to his statement. "Of course. We cannot act without having all the facts. Or at least as many of them as reasonably possible. We cannot risk acting on incomplete information. Who knows what kind of damage we could manage to do to our own timeline if we were to do so," she replied between bites. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating things.<br/><br/>She was, admittedly, still somewhat hesitant to act as they soon would. There were so many unknowns and so many ways they could end up affecting the future, for better or for worse. Even the smallest actions could have long-reaching consequences. They had decided to act and she would stay true to that, however, it wouldn't prevent her from acting with extreme caution. She would take it upon herself to try to gather as much information as possible and then try to come up with ways to change what they wanted to change with as few consequences as feasibly possible. Her job would be to try to determine the probable outcomes of their potential moves, in order to predict the effect that they would have on not only this timeline, but on their own.<br/><br/>This was, of course, far easier said than done. It was true that she would good at such things. It was what made her good at strategy. She could think several moves ahead of most others and predict the various outcomes of each possible move, several moves ahead, with uncanny accuracy. But she wasn't perfect, and not even she could foresee all of the ripples they would create and how their ripples would change the fate of the galaxy. It was a daunting task, to be certain. But her companion felt strongly that they could not sit idly by and watch the death and destruction that they knew was coming. He wanted to change things for the better. It was a noble sentiment, to be certain, and one that a part of her shared. But she couldn't completely shake the part of her that wondered if, in the end, it would be just that: a sentiment, and if that sentiment would end up creating a galaxy far worse. After all, some of the worst events in history started with the noblest of intentions.<br/><br/>She wondered what Master Yoda, Master Windu, and the others might say. What would they do if they were in her place? She had long admired both of the aforementioned masters. Once upon a time, she had even desired to learn to see Shatterpoints, as Master Windu did. She would have given a great deal to have him teach her, but it was a pipe dream and nothing more. At least it had been. Even now, it still seemed like it was. But she would be happy for the chance to meet both Master Windu and Master Yoda. She thought that she could learn a great deal from them, even if she may not have a great deal of time to.<br/><br/>At any rate, this was their task, they must make their own choices, and they had. Whatever her reservations, she would support Thal-ion, and she would make sure that what he desired to see came to fruition. She would make sure that they succeeded, no matter what. They could not afford to fail. As cliche as it might sound, the fate of the galaxy literally depended on it.<br/><br/>After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality had been mere moments, she spoke up again. "Right. Once we finish eating, we'll head for Mos Espa and find out what we can about the situation, about Shmi, about the podraces, and anything else that might be pertinent. Once we find out all we can, then we can discuss our next move," she confirmed what the plan was before nodding. "We can do this," she whispered softly, to herself rather than to him, as if to reinforce her earlier thoughts. And then she focused on eating the remainder of her meal so that they could get moving. The sooner they got started, the better. She still didn't feel the dark presence of a Sith on the planet, but they knew he was coming, so it was only a matter of time before he arrived. Best to do what they could before he arrived.