[Getting close to people who would only just leave her in enough time is a little too familiar a problem for Lucretia, although she spent the last ten years walls off from others. She was fond of the members of the bureau, to be certain. She rejoiced when they came home safely, but she kept herself separated. To protect them. To protect herself.

To feel comfort in the presence of another? It felt nice. Disarming in ways she didn't typically allow.]

The instructions seemed simple enough. [The crystal doesn't change, nor does any obvious path stretch out before them. On the contrary, the color starts to drain with time. Maybe it needs constant song to fuel it? Or each person needs to sing to open the door.]

I guess I could give it a try... [Why is she suddenly feeling bashful about it? she clears her throat, then gives Obi Wan a sidelong glance.]

Any requests...? I haven't done this in front of anyone in ten years.