The arrival of her Uncle Luke both relieved, and worried, Jaina. He had always been and would always be a source of strength, calmness, and clarity for her. Yet the way he rushed to his wife's side without so much as a glance around him reminded Jaina that this version of her uncle was a bit more rash than the one she was used to looking to for advice. He was younger - from not long after he'd been married - and didn't have the past decade or so of training to help ensure his sense of calm in even the most drastic of situations.
When her aunt spoke, Jaina felt her stomach tighten sharply. Alema Rar had done this? It... didn't seem possible. Then Caedus was mentioned and the young woman's expression became a hardened one all but instantly. "He is," she agreed as she slowly deactivated her blade. There was always the chance that Caedus was still around, watching them all. He wouldn't attack, though, Jaina was all but certain. Not when he was clearly outnumbered and not being directly threatened.
"He's also an expert at hiding himself within the Force," she stated, finally coming to stand beside her fallen Aunt. Her expression went from hardened to worried, although she kept the bulk of her emotions in check for the time being. There would be time to react later. For now, her Master needed help.
"I know of someone who can heal you," she spoke firmly and quietly. "Should I ask her to come?" Not that she was going to listen if told no, but it seemed polite to ask at least. Although at the end of her question, she glanced toward Luke, hoping he would tell her yes before Mara had the chance to say otherwise.