It's weird because, though she knows better, Bastila still misses their past together. Sometime. She knows it's hopeless, she knows he's married and a father, she knows all they can have is friendship now, and, after months of bitterness and anger, she's finally been doing better lately. She doesn't want to ruin it.

And being alone together in a bedroom, wearing only a bathrobe as she did moments before... it was risking ruining it. She doesn't want to bring attention to it, though, so she doesn't suggest moving elsewhere and just stay on her chair, at the far end of the room.

"What's up with the girls?" Bastila asks, remembering the night she held one in her arms, here in the Bar.