Teleportation on the battlefield wasn't easy, there weren't walls, there were very few obstacles usually. Teleporting through thick walls, and the steel hull of the Ebon Hawk had almost undone her. Blood poured profusely from her nose, and trickled from her ears, once she appeared. The sudden darkside flare up having forced her hand, forced her to do something that she wasn't keen on doing on the battlefield, much less anywhere that there wasn't a straight sight line.
Kytana didn't pause to ask questions, she used what she had left, to Force Push the two the distance of the cargo hold, apart. "Stop!" She dropped to her knees. But her gaze cut between the two, as she panted heavily. She drew both of her lightsabers from her belt. And ignite them. If she had to keep them apart that way she would. And she tried to impart by looks a lone that she wasn't as weak as she felt in that moment.
She wasn't sure what they felt within her, within the Force. All she knew just then is she had to keep this from happening. Because once it did it would be harder to draw Kylo back from the darkside. She'd grown endeared to her Padawan. So much so that she distanced herself form her own daughter, the eldest version, rather than not teach him because of her discomfort.
She was dressed from head to toe in her dark robes. The shadows felt more like her friends did than the light coarse fabrics of her Jedi attire. The robes of a Prodigal Knight.