| Location | Ran Dom Kuun
| Objective | Make amends
Jenn didn't just trust Jonyna. What she felt for the Sentinel of Harmony went beyond anything she could have imagined, transcending honor, duty, and even love. Whenever she laid her eyes upon the features of the Jedi whose path had crossed with hers, her heartstrings were tenderly plucked, and a smile pulled at her lips, almost unbidden. Peace was anathema to her, child of war that she was - but the tenderness shown to her by her beloved allowed her a glimpse of what could be, should she ever put down her blade, far-fetched as the idea may seem.
The Mandalorian's arrival was heralded by the steady tapping of her walking stick against the ramp, the finely carved cherry tree wood standing out amongst her surroundings... though not quite as starkly as her armor did. Here she was, amidst the people her kind had wronged time and time again. A stranger in a foreign land, all too similar to the ruthless conquerors who hurt them, time and time again. Even now, her features remained hidden beneath her helm, a faceless harbinger of the tides.
Leadership and its demands left her all too familiar with the sensation of being faced by a crowd, and yet she found herself assailed by anxiety all the same, faced as she was by so many people in her state. Weak, and vulnerable. Gritting her teeth, she brought a hand to rest against her sleek breastplate, palm flat and pressed over her heart. A sign of peace, foreign as it may seem from a Mandalorian.
"I am Jenn", spoke the warrior at last, her voice carrying with ease, even now. "I come before you humbly, as a repentant soul and a friend both."