<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>He leaned back quickly, having forgotten that she was so close.  "Thank you, again, Isulura . . . I'll see someone about it on my way to the next lesson," Torven said, not really turning down her offer, but he felt better doing things for himself.  Once more, the spectre of her background loomed up.  "You don't need to wait on me . . . or anyone else for that matter.  Not that I don't appreciate the offer."<br/><br/>Once more he fought down instinctive urges, hormonally driven.  If there was one thing the Jedi mental and physical training was good for, he hoped it would work now.  In fact, he also tried to suppress the emotional response of her barely clad closeness as well, just because she was sensitive to such things.