Kytana sucked in a breath. That had definitely been painful. And it wasn't exactly something she could hide completely. It hadn't been all that long ago that she had been the 'smoking hot Jedi'. His words had been almost like a physical blow. And she'd flinched away from them as if they had been. Not so much the break off, as the mention of Micha.
"I suppose you'll have to work your way through the rest of the female population then, to relieve yourself." It was impossible for her not to return something remotely scathing. To attempt to inflict the same sort of pain he had. Even in the smallest degree. Shielding herself with snark. Blue eyes that were once warm moments ago, iced over as they cut back to him.
"For reference, Sunila would have had to be a conscious decision on both our parts. I'm not exactly the maternal sort, nor am I the sort to drop all guard and come to your door with 'Surprise I'm pregnant it it's clearly yours.' I would have talked to you first." About everything, her fears, her reservations. She didn't doubt that velvet tongue had did some work in talking her into motherhood.
Pushing herself up to stand she moved to the doorway of the lab. Holding her hand out she called to the cane she had been working on. Willed it to her, as if it were a true lightsaber. It took a moment, because it was not, but the saber hilted, resin bodied cane found her palm. It was the true reason she'd come up, after all.