Like his master, Kailen Feszler was studying the monument that loomed over the small group, the expression on his handsome features thoughtful.  He stands casually near Merryn, hands at his sides; unlike her, he has not quite mastered the art of appearing serene.  It does not take skill with the Force to note his excitement, suffusing his tall frame with youthful energy.  Only the sharpest observer could note the tiny worry lines on his brow.  Or, of course, anyone who could sense it.<br/><br/>After all, it wasn't every day that he left the Jedi order.  Sort of.  Life with the Jedi, whether in the temple, or traveling about the galaxy with one of his masters, was all that he knew.  Kailen's frown deepens ever so slightly at the thought of his former master, Eomen.  Another change he'd had to get used to.  He had every confidence that they were doing the right thing, and yet... Kailen shakes his head, dispelling the thoughts.  Not everything would be strange.  After all, his current master and one of his closest friends would be going with him, just as they had done for years now.<br/><br/>Reminded, his gaze shifts, going to his fellow Padawan, Nory.  She was almost as tall as him, but without his well-defined musculature, and more delicate, more feminine.  Kailen gives her an easy, familiar smile, edging closer.  "Supreme Chancellor Biel Ductavis."  He says in a soft undertone, meant only for her ears, unaware of Merryn saying the same thing just a few feet away.  Unlike Merryn, he makes no unflattering comparison between the heroic monument and them.  "He was a Republic hero, but he was also one of us.  A Jedi, I mean.  Or... so I remember, anyway."  He shoots Nory a quick glance, his pale blue eyes questioning.  It was a habit, really; for those subjects requiring wisdom, even when he knew the answer, Kailen would almost instinctively look to her.  Assuming Master S'Jet wasn't available, of course.<br/><br/><em>Merryn</em>.  Much of Kailen's Force ability is direct inward, focused on centering and strengthening him.  Nevertheless, his ability is strong enough that he can sense Merryn's attention on him without looking.  He, too, turns, his expression politely curious, smiling lightly.  It had taken quite a bit of practice to achieve that careful neutrality, and even longer to keep his emotions under control.  Still, he can't quite disguise the brightness of his blue eyes as he meets his beautiful twi'lek master's gaze.  His gaze lingers just a moment longer as she turns away.<br/><br/>The Republic soldiers approach just as Kailen is once again sidling back over to speak with Nory.  He takes up his usual position behind Merryn's shoulder, doing his best not to loom over her.  As he does, he reaches out with the Force, allowing her to more easily feel his presence behind her.  To feel his confidence in her, and to feel his support.  He keeps his expression affably blank, only briefly glancing at the striking young officer with the black ponytail.<br/><br/>Kailen blinks as the young woman addresses him, although that is the only sign of surprise on his handsome features.<em>My mother...</em>It is a few moments before he responds.  "I am."  He says, his voice deep but soft, tinged with a standard Coruscant accent.  "And yes, she is, or so I remember."  Self-consciously, he runs a hand through his short, neat brown hair.  After all, as a Jedi, he never say his parents.  Another moment, and the rest of what Linzi had said catches up with him.  Kailen laughs, his teeth flashing white, his expression open.  "Oh, but I'm no master.  Please, call me Kailen."  Stepping forward, he offers his hand.  His grip is firm, his hand lightly calloused but warm.