When everything is always quiet, always tainted by knowledge it could become a sudden empty hunger life and how it felt and sounded was near miraculous. Just as how she'd never be able to describe how it had felt when everything had been suddenly dead and so, so quiet she could not explain how it felt to suddenly have everything be alive with its own harmony again.
She had not known what it was to be without the Force until she had been made to endure such a punishment but she knew what it felt to be suddenly back in tune with it. She knew the difference between the dangerous echo she'd shouldered and this.
And it was beautiful.
In the midsts of the market, she stood all but like a statue, breathing and feeling. This place was alive and vibrant. The Force whispered to her once more, not the dull reflection of before. But she knew now to be cautious. Before and in her youth, she'd only gotten words of caution. Few knew of her unique ability, and thus could not explain it. Now she knew that making Force Bonds was like breathing to her. Where in other Jedi (or former in her case) it took time and work, she could speak to others and have them be tied to her. It had made her an impressive General, and a good leader to her companions. But it could also allow her to influence others. Force Bonds were one of the strongest connections a Jedi could make, next to love which was forbidden, and thus looked at with a sort of reverence.
Ironic, considering the Jedi would always say never to make connections, and then say how rare and precious a Force Bond was. But hypocrisy could be the Order's bread and butter some days.
With that last thought she opened her eyes she'd had closed while she'd simply felt. She let out a long and relaxed breath, feeling a burden of ages slip somewhat. Who knew, exactly, what was happening but in her case this was a blessing. The Force had too many turns to really look that in the mouth and be wary. She could accept this. She smiled and very carefully collected her senses and made sure she would make no accidental bonds with anyone who did not wish it. She had the Force speak to her once more, but that did not mean all danger was passed. She could still fall, still turn into a form of Nihilus.
Or Revan.
A collection of beeps made her look down and she set her hand on T3's head. "I am sorry I worried you." She smiled at his scolding. "I know. I should not just leave without saying something. I am grateful for such a friend as you T3." She chuckled to his beeps and patted his head. "The Force speaks to me once more old friend. I was simply...feeling." It was an odd view, the woman in tan pants and shirt speaking to a beeping droid but to her it was normal. T3 was wiser then most gave him credit for. "No I do not know how, and I am planning to speak to the doctor. Whatever has occurred may be tied to the recent occurrences." In truth, it probably was. The Force and it's humor and all. She smiled again and patted T3 again. "Come, let us go see who may need our aid."