Altair's life at Thrawn's side was possibly the calmest it ever had been. Even the chaotic moments seemed rare, a far cry from the complete and utter insanity his life had been in his own time. He enjoyed it though- being of use when his talents were needed, being in Thrawn's company when there was downtime, and spending his time writing, creating art, and studying the artifacts they'd recovered from the vault on Rishi when Thrawn was otherwise occupied.

That had been what he'd been doing, when the Grand Admiral called- studying an artifact he was 99.9% certain was either cursed with some ancient Sith ritual or haunted- or both. He couldn't be sure just yet, but was eager to find out.

Of course, as soon as he was told to meet the other Chiss, the artifact was put aside, and his veil was put on, and he headed out to meet him. An officer walked with him part of the way, grabbing him by the arm sort of without asking, though it was one he was familiar with- so he didn't mind so much. He could sense his concern for him going places he wasn't familiar with, after all. By the time Altair reached the hangar bay, the officer had said his farewells, and told him to be careful not to trip over anything.

There were a few who seemed to have their suspicions that Altair could see, but they were few, and none seemed entirely certain.

And it was hardly important right now, anyway, as he handed his lightsaber pike over to Thrawn once he was at his side, "Handle it with care."

A pause then, "... Is there any particular reason why I can't keep it on me?"