She does notice the way he tenses a little when she uses her magick—she'd forgotten for a moment that he isn't so familiar with it right now, that last he remembers, she'd actually used it against him. Frowning a little, she sets the bolt back down on the counter, then leans against it and crosses her arms across her chest.

Strange is also the word she'd use. No families, but friends are allowed. It sounds like lovers aren't allowed, but some Jedi take them anyway, despite the "rules." It all sounds very convoluted to her, even arbitrary, especially since the apparent goal is to prevent attachments.

Will she ever understand Jedi? The more she learns, the more mysterious they become to her.

She shakes her head a little, her tone very dry. "You Jedi are indeed very strange." It isn't disparaging—if anything, she sounds almost amused. "The Nightsisters do not have such rules. I was close with many of my sisters."

As he well knows... their bond is eternal.