Yellow Weaver
Loomi was beside herself with... something. It wasn't quite anger, or frustration, or really confusion for that matter. There were certainly factors of that, but she was mainly just sad. Soul-crushed, even. She couldn't stop looking at the coin she had been left by that senator woman, the one that her supposed mother had sent for her. She couldn't help but wonder why the woman even wasted resources looking for her if she knew that they couldn't see each other. So much was spinning in her mind about her past, which she still had very little recollection about aside from being whisked away and enslaved.
Did she even stand a chance at having a childhood? It seemed like the option she had been robbed was nothing more than isolation with extra steps. Not that she really understood how Ord Providence's stupid cast worked anyways.
It didn't really matter, ultimately. Loomi had been sought out to be officially left behind and nothing more. The pretense of her simply being abducted from her home was gone now. All that time she had spent wondering if there was anything out there for her to go back to felt like such a waste in hind sight. Now she just wished that they had left her alone in blissful ignorance. Upon returning to the Jedi Temple following her meeting in the Senate building Loomi was inconsolable. She'd return in tears, running through the halls in an attempt to get to the only place she could think of. The Godoan tripped over herself half way to her destination, though she didn't linger on the ground like she usually did. She simply picked herself up and kept going.
Loomi needed an adult, and not just some random master. She needed someone she felt safe around.
So, the Godoan would arrive at Master Noble's corridors, knocking rather desperately on the door. Whenever Valery answered her door the teen would give her no time to react before stepping in and hugging the master tightly.
She wouldn't even get out a single word. All Loomi could do was sob.