Thrawn regarded the girl. Yes, he would tell her about the fate of the Jedi, and their uncertain status in the present, and then give her the choice of sending her home or allowing her to stay. Thrawn could think of several uses for a Jedi, especially if Altair took her under his wing, but he wasn't going to unwillingly conscript her.

He would also have to give Thrass the choice of joining him in exile or going home.

To Thrass, he said, "Lord Nox is right, brother. You and the girl should rest. I will have my men escort you to the guest quarters, and meals brought to you." He repeated his words in Basic, for Lorana's benefit.

"I suppose some rest is in order," Thrass admitted. If he was surprised by Nox speaking Cheunh, he didn't show it. It wasn't as if Thrawn hadn't taught others to speak the language.

Thrawn pulled away to push a button on his desk, making arrangements for Thrass and Lorana to be put in guest quarters, and have meals brought to them. Once that was over, Thrawn escorted his new guests back outside, promising to speak with them later.

Once they were gone, escorted away for now, Thrawn walked back over to Altair. "You do not know how much this means to me, Altair. I am forever in your debt for saving my brother's life."