Jaina blinked at his admission and was fairly certain her jaw dropped a bit at the reason behind it. He almost hadn't been chosen? She didn't even want to think about how different things would have turned out had that been the case. She wouldn't even exist, for starters.
"That's..." Unsure what to say, Jaina simply settled for staring for a second longer before asking in a fairly faint tone, "Too dangerous? Not that I'm disputing your abilities, at all, but... really?"
Okay, maybe that wasn't the most poised of responses. Maybe she sounded a lot more like her father than her mother at the moment. But it was just such a strange thought, to imagine the man seated before her as having been considered too dangerous to be trained. He was so centered, so calm. It was almost unnerving, how he made her feel like little more than a child when, truthfully, she wasn't that far behind him in age.
A brief pause then she shook her head and gave him a smile. "Things are definitely different than they once were," she admitted. "I've had two Masters in my time, and didn't agree to the first one up until after I had already served as a Jedi in the war against the Yuuzhan Vong."
The thought of thirteen having been too old was something she found truly and wholly unbelievable.