A second chance. She shifts a little uncomfortably, her fingers digging into her arms. In reality, it was Cal that gave her the second chance, after she'd made his life as difficult as possible on Dathomir. She still thinks about their first meeting, and how reluctant he'd been to fight her despite all her hostility—at the time, she'd still believed Malicos' lies, and was convinced that it was all some sort of... trick.

How wrong she'd been. And how stupid she feels now, for letting Malicos take advantage of her. If she could bury that bastard alive all over again, she would.

Her gaze lowers. "You did not need it," she says quietly. Finally, she unfolds her arms, gesturing towards his lightsaber with one hand. "You gave me your lightsaber when you had no reason to trust me. I don't understand it." At least... no reason she can see. Cal is a kind person—she knows that now, but that can't be all there was to it, can there?

Maybe it's not the right question to ask—or implied question, anyway. It's not like he experienced returning to Dathomir, so how would he know what his future self had been thinking?