If the fact that he'd been listening in on the conversation as best he could had been noticed, he wouldn't know. If following a conversation in Cheuhn had marked him as indeed being Chiss to this unfamiliar woman, he had no idea. She had not said anything, and Altair could not sense anything. Her mind was scary, the utter blankness.
Altair hoped he wouldn't have to deal with the unfamiliar Chiss for too long.
The hour's wait was spent in his quarters, meditating on the Sith Code rather than anything else. He didn't think he had the focus to work on his art or on his writings, or even the artifact. Once the hour was up, he made his way back.
Thrawn's familiar shielded mind, and then Eli's, unfamiliar, but open.
He nodded his head in response to the question, "Of course."
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Altair hoped he wouldn't have to deal with the unfamiliar Chiss for too long.
The hour's wait was spent in his quarters, meditating on the Sith Code rather than anything else. He didn't think he had the focus to work on his art or on his writings, or even the artifact. Once the hour was up, he made his way back.
Thrawn's familiar shielded mind, and then Eli's, unfamiliar, but open.
He nodded his head in response to the question, "Of course."