Their voices fade, after a few minutes, but then another takes a turn. They don't all lead - maybe five stand, and lead these voices, by the time it seems it's done. And it can't take that long really, an hour, maybe a little more. But it feels longer, as though all of it would need more time.

Hera becomes more comfortable with the sound as it continues. It lets her notice other details, the way the smell of the room changes, the a few repeated words and phrases that seem to direct the flow of their speech. She keeps her hold on Kanan, but with her free hand, she reaches down to the floor, pressing her fingers to it. She feels vibrations on the metal like ripples in water.

As they go quiet, and stay that way, the voices back to a soft chatter, their footsteps shuffling along the floor as they all rise from the mats - Hera feels exhausted. All that nervous energy drained out of her, it takes some effort for her to open her eyes.

When she does, she sees Tsedec standing in front of them, bright eyes watching them.