Kytana stepped into the garden As Ben began quizzing Greg about who he was. It put a smile on her face. And genuinely warmed her as the interaction went on. Her grandson was really quite sweet, in any capacity. And Ben was very indulgent.
As Greg seemed to get comfortable in the other man's lap she felt Ben reach out. She cleared her throat softly to keep from disturbing the her young grandson. "There is a way you can tell them apart, it is sad, but it is nevertheless helpful. His older self is here, and Alex's is not." There was no point in pointing out the fate the other twin had returned to. That they could neither change, or aid him.
Kytana looked the part of a Jedi. The tighter, fight ready, attire hidden away by a dark bulky robe. Her sabres at her sides, as she felt much diminished by the confines of the bubbled island. And it's lack of a power source.