Elsa & Imperius
Like many things, fear could be used. Better to use it yourself than let it control you. If she was reading her right, there was fear in the way Elsa stood. Back in the Empire, she would have to learn to control it, or die. That had been the way of the Sith. A way that Lomea had wanted to change and a line she'd toed for years. Somewhere between the utter madness and stupidity that was the Sith and the disgusting altruism and self-righteousness of the Jedi.
"Perhaps you've not found the advantage, yet. Give it a little time." Lomea swept her hand down the hall. "Would you like to go for a walk? I believe they have some kind of arboretum or botanical garden. It might help set you at ease."