"And she'll be around to influence him as well." Micha sighed, though there was more affection than exasperation. There was the Kytana she remembered just before she left in their own time: fully grown, confident in her abilities as a woman and a Jedi. And there was the younger Kytana they had now, the wild child who constantly doubted herself.
She loved her daughter, would do anything for her, even die to defend her if need be. But sometimes Micha found herself wishing for the older version to replace the younger.