If their hands were held for too long, it wasn't something that Cleo was aware of. If anything, it felt right. Not in any obscure weirdo insipid sort of thing, oh no, nothing like that. Just a warm comfort that started in Cleo's palms and worked its way up her arm and found itself a nice cozy spot behind her eyes. Cleo wondered a bit if it was because it was like the same thing that happened whenever two bright spots met and their colors mingled and swirled about where they'd touched, if only for a little bit. It was fun watching her own sunset ruddiness sprinkle about with the warm - how could green be warm? - goldenish veridianness that seemed out from the other Padathing. For a moment she was distracted by a familiar swirl of yellow, like a small starburst or torchbug wriggle its way out from where their hands had touched to turn into a fine mist and then poof away. Not that it was a dramatic sort of light show, oh no, nothing like that. They were only learners, after all, and while that didn't mean they had to be dim by any means or mights, it did mean they hadn't gone and turned up their dials none either.

She probably could have stayed lost in that for a while, as it sometimes happened, but Cleo forced herself to see the more solid stuff and took a seat just a bit away from where the other girl sat.

"'M pretty sure is vera good t' meet y'. Nah that I was thinkin' it'd be diff'ren'... but... y'know..."

Her eyes shifted off to the side to accompany a small tilt of her head and an equal side shoulder shrug. Cleo weren't really proud of the thinking in her head, it was too much, applied to too many. It was one of those thoughts that should have stayed in place and told it was wrong and bad and never let out in the world, but there was something about her fellow Jedi student novice thing that had come about in the tiny instant they'd known each other for that made Cleo far too comfortable.

"Nah ev'ry one here is all sortsa welcomin'. Is nah their faul'... 'm just... too differen' I guess. Bu' Mas'er Navi dun seem t' mind. An... well, 'm thinkin' - hopin' - y' won' as well?"