He wakes a few hours later. Brenna is still sleeping on him, her face sad and drawn even in her sleep. The medical bay is mostly quiet, with only the humming of the medical droids disturbing the silence.
No doubt they checked him over while he slept. He gently strokes Brenna's hair, before gently lifting her off and sitting her properly on a chair in a way that wouldn't let gravity pull her down.
She curls up in the chair, her head resting on her knees, as she keeps sleeping. There was nothing for him to do in here. He should probably head out and try to find Master Koon.
The male quietly slips out of the room, passing by multiple other Jedi. Some murmur and point, while others look at him sympathetically. He doesn't respond to any of them, his cold eyes always forward as he goes to find Plo Koon.
Heading to his quarters, he finds it empty. Asking for his whereabouts takes him to the council's room, the door to which is closed and guarded by Sentinels, who regard him from behind their creepy masks, never saying a word.
The Cathar paused. Would it be too much trouble to enter in now, or were they busy? Deciding to wait, he walks back to his room, sitting on his bed, falling into a meditative trance.
"I should be asking you that question. I sensed you outside the council room." He says, walking in before taking him by the shoulders and making him sit.
I was, yes. We were discussing what to do next." He says, patting him on the shoulder. "Look, kid. Master Aayla has kindly offered to take you under her wing along with Brenna. I agreed, thinking it would be best for you. Right now, you both need the other the most right now. Is that okay with you?" He asks.
A finger under his chin gently forces it up, and he sees his master smiling gently. "I lost a love too, once. A long time ago. This place is what stopped me from going mad... This very temple, with the peace and quiet within its walls... Trust me, Ty... There is a light at the end of this tunnel. You will come out better and stronger than before." He says, rubbing the Cathar's head.
The male frowns, but leans into the hand. Soon enough, he's hugging Plo tightly, sniffing softly into his chest as more tears form, his mask easily cracking and falling away.
They stay like this for a while, Tyroc refusing to budge in the slightest. A small part of him admonished the male for his weakness, but it was quickly drowned out by the feeling of comfort.
His master stays like that for as long as he needs him to, before pulling away once he stops crying and kneeling in front of him. "Hey. Chin up, okay? Don't let this bring you down. You'll hate yourself for it later." He says before rubbing his head one last time and walking out of the room.
"Sorry, kid... I gotta go. At least... Well... At least this guy's got a sense of humour. Hey, it was good while it lasted, right?" Hanuman says, chuckling.