Tahiri let out a small groan of pleasure at the way he pressed his fingers into her muscles. Soft, gentle massages never did anything for her, and anyone else might have been too scared she would break. But not Jacen. Never Jacen. He knew exactly how to press, how to touch, and ease the tension away.
But, it seemed, there was a break in the massage, and almost reluctantly she turned around, leaning against the back of the couch slightly as she contemplated her answer.
"I told them that they needed to decide if they could accept this person. All of them, even the darker sides. Because trying to force them to change never worked, it would just cause them both heartache. And maybe they could see another side to this person, a side others rarely got to see, but that doesn't mean that's all there is to them. Either accept them all, or walk away. It's the only way to find peace."
Force, she really could have been talking about them, couldn't she. "I also pointed out that others might never accept their choice, and that might be something to come to terms with." Again, so very much about them. Tahiri didn't regret who and what they were, even if she knew she had alienated herself from a lot of people with her decision.