"Very little is this...creepy thing to me. Make yourself comfortable, if you wish. I mind no audience whilst I work. I feel as if I have had little in the way of company for a long while as it is." She waved lightly and a small backed chair appeared to the side, complete with soft padding.

Arha concentrated and the lightsaber hilt rose, hovering in the air, before meandering back into her waiting hand. The soft whir of her etching tool broke the momentary quiet and turned into a whine as she began tracing a groove around the emitter. In the following minutes, it turned into a deep groove, which she then spiraled around to meet the gust of wind design, effectively merging the two.

It was much better, now.

"There," she said, pleased. "That is a good lightsaber handle for one's first."