“Work with Tahl, you will,” Yoda added. “True it is that she cannot see. But remarkable are her powers.”
Qui-Gon nodded. He agreed with Yoda. Tahl’s intuition and intelligence were renowned.
“The thefts may seem small for now,” Mace Windu warned. “But a small threat can be a hint of a greater threat to come. Either from within or without, this threat is real. Take care, Qui-Gon.”
“Yes, I heard,” Tahl told Qui-Gon when he came to see her in her quarters. “Yoda came to see me this morning. Woke me up with bad news. Not my favorite way to start the day.”
Tahl gave an ironic half smile, one that Qui-Gon knew well. They had gone through Temple training together. Tahl had always attracted notice. Strong and beautiful, with skin the color of dark honey and striped green and gold eyes, Tahl and her sharp tongue had deflated pride and exposed bullies, even as a six-year-old.
Now when he saw her sightless eyes and the white scar that ran from her left eyebrow to her chin, Qui-Gon’s heart contracted in pain. Tahl was still gloriously beautiful, but it hurt to see the visible signs of how she had suffered.
“I heard the healers were with you yesterday,” Qui-Gon remarked.
“Yes, that was another reason that Yoda came to me. He wanted to make sure I was all right,” Tahl said. The half smile quirked a corner of her mouth. “Yesterday I was told that I would never have sight again.”
The bad news made Qui-Gon slowly sink down into a chair next to her. He was glad she could not see the pain on his face. “I’m sorry.” He had been hoping, along with Tahl, that the healers on Coruscant would be able to restore her sight.
She shrugged. “Yoda came to tell me I was needed on this investigation. I think that our friend gave me this assignment so that I can turn my mind to other things.”
“If you would rather not, I can find another partner,” Qui-Gon said. “The Council will understand.”
She gave his hand a pat and reached for the teapot. “No, Qui-Gon. Yoda is right, as he always is. And if there is a threat to the Temple, I want to help. Now have some tea.” She felt the pot. “It’s still warm.”
“Let me,” Qui-Gon said quickly.
“No,” Tahl said sharply. “I must do things for myself. If we’re going to work together, you have to understand that.”
Qui-Gon nodded, then realized she couldn’t see him. He would have to get used to this new Tahl. She might have lost her sight, but her perception was stronger than ever.
“All right,” he said mildly. “I’d like some tea.”
Tahl reached out for a cup. “Don’t you know what I’ve been up to these past weeks? Training exercises. I’m working with the Masters to develop my hearing, sense of smell, and touch. I’ve already made some remarkable progress. I had no idea how sharp my hearing could be.”
“And here I thought it was your tongue that was sharp,” Qui-Gon said.
She laughed as she steadied the cup with one hand and began to pour. “And Yoda arranged a surprise for me. An unwelcome surprise, I must say, but don’t ever tell him. He -“
“One centimeter to the left!” A musical voice rang out from behind them suddenly. Startled, Tahl spilled the tea on her wrist.
“Stars and galaxies!” she cried.
Qui-Gon handed her a napkin. He turned to see a droid roll into the room. It had the silver body shell of a protocol droid, but Qui-Gon could see that other features had been ineluded. Extra sensors were built into the head, and the arms were longer. Now they shot out and took the cup from Tahl.
“You see, Master Tahl, you spilled the tea,” the droid said.
“I spilled it because you startled me, you hunk of recycled tin,” Tahl sputtered. “And don’t call me Master Tahl.”
“Yes, certainly, sir,” the droid replied.
“I’m not a sir. I’m a female. Who’s the blind one here?”
Qui-Gon tried to hide his grin. “What’s this?” he asked, indicating the droid.
“Meet Yoda’s surprise,” Tahl said with a grimace. “2JTJ, but call it TooJay. It’s a personal navigation droid. It’s supposed to help me with domestic matters until I can navigate alone. It scans for obstructions and I can program it to lead me to any destination.”
“Seems like a good idea,” Qui-Gon remarked as TooJay efficiently cleaned up the spill and poured more tea.
“I’d rather walk into walls,” Tahl grumbled. “It’s thoughtful of Yoda, but I’m not used to having a constant companion. I never did take a Padawan.”
Qui-Gon sipped his tea. Once he had felt as Tahl did. He hadn’t wanted a Padawan after his first, Xanatos, had destroyed every bond